| I was raised in a Christian home
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| On Bible readin gospel songs
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| Church doors opened up you’d see my face
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| Sundays twice, Weds too, I’d take my seat on the front row pew,
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| Singing Rock of Ages and Amazing Grace
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| Preacher said heavens the place to go
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| With pearly gates and streets of gold
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| I guess for the preacher thats alright
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| But I hope heavens another story
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| With a good ole boy bound for glory
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| A little bit like of texas on a saturday nite
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| And I hope heaven has a honky tonk
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| With a 5 pc band,
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| Cowboy boots, and bluejeans are part of the master plan
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| And I hope Hanks on the juke box, Bob Wills has a fiddle in his hand
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| And I hope heaven has a honky tonk with a 5 piece band
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| I hope those hardwood floors are just like glass
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| The girls I ask wanna dance
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| And each and every waitress is divine
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| I hope that mean old bouncers got a big halo
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| Those neon lights will always glow
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| They ain’t never heard of closing time
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| I hope heaven has a honky tonk with a 5 pc band |