| My grandpa taught me about buck knifes and shot guns
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| How to cast an old Zebco
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| And how to work a stick shift
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| He taught me the bible about all twelve disciples
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| And he made sure that I know there’s life after this
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| With pearly gates and streets of gold
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| He said if I just believe that’s where I’ll go
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| Lord when I die I wanna live
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| On the outskirts of Heaven
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| Where there’s dirt roads for miles
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| Hay in the fields and fish in the river
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| Where there’s dogwood trees and honey bees
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| And blue skies and green grass forever
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| Lord when I die, I wanna live on the outskirts of Heaven
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| Now it says in the King James in the Almighty’s kingdom
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| He mentions a mansion that he’s built just for me
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| Now I’d gladly trade it for a farm house with acreage
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| And a back yard that’s shaded and a squeaky front porch swing
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| That’s where I wanna hang my wings
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| When I die I wanna live on the outskirts of Heaven
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| Where there’s dirt roads for miles
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| Hay in the fields and fish in the river
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| Where there’s dogwood trees and honey bees
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| And blue skies and green grass forever
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| So Lord when I die, I wanna live on the outskirts of Heaven
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| Yeah
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| Yeah, the good Lord knows me
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| He knows I need blue skies and green grass forever
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| Lord when I die I wanna live on the outskirts of Heaven
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| Yeah, when I die I wanna live on the outskirts of Heaven |