My Heaven Lyrics

Everybody has their own idea of Heaven
What kind of paradise they'll see
Pearly gates, streets of gold, no gettin' sick or growing old

Everybody has their own idea of Heaven
What kind of paradise they'll see
Pearly gates, streets of gold, no gettin' sick or growing old
Sounds like a beautiful place to be, but as for me

My Heaven is a wood frame house
With a great big porch going all the way around
Sittin' on a swing listening
To the sounds of the birds sing
My Heaven is a warm summer day
In the backyard while the kids all play
Flies and mosquitoes stay away while we're eatin' watermelon
That's my Heaven

You're always going to find a few non-believers
Those who stay lost in the dark
But I believe there is a place full of light, and love and grace
And I don't believe that it's all that fun, in my heart
[ Trace Adkins Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]

My heaven is a cell phone ring
While I'm at work and the only thing
That you have to say
Is you miss me and get home in a hurry
My Heaven is the very worst day that I spent with you
When you were so mad but I still knew
Nobody believes 'cause that don't happen
In my Heaven

My Heaven is where I am now on the front porch
Of a wood frame house swingin' with you just lookin' around
At all that I've been given
And this life I'm livin'
Is my Heaven
My Heaven
My Heaven