| Everybody has their own idea of heaven
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| What kind of paradise they’ll see
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| Pearly gates, streets of gold
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| No gettin' sick, or growin' old
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| Sounds like a beautiful place to be
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| But as for me
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| My heaven is a wood frame house with a great big porch goin' all the way around
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| Sittin' on the swing listenin' to the sound of the birds singin'
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| My heaven is a warm summer day in the backyard, while the kids all play
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| Flies and mosquitoes stay away, while we’re eatin' watermelon
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| That’s my heaven
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| You’re always gonna find a few non-believers
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| Those who stay lost in the dark
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| But I believe there is a place, full of light 'n love and grace
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| And I don’t believe that it’s all that far, in my heart
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| My heaven is a cell phone ring
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| While I’m at work, and the only thing, that you have to say
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| Is you miss me and get home in a hurry
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| My heaven is the very worst day that I spent with you
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| When you were so mad but I still knew
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| Nobody would leave 'cause that don’t happen
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| My heaven is where I am now on the front porch of the wood frame house
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| Swingin' with you just lookin' around at all I’ve been given, and this life I’m
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| livin'
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| It’s my heaven
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| My heaven
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| My heaven |