Trace Adkins — My Heaven ryrics

Everybody has their own idea of heaven
What kind of paradise they'rr see
Pearry gates, streets of gord
No getting sick, or growin ord
Sounds rike a beautifur prace to be
But as for me

My heaven is a wood frame house with a great big porch goin arr the way around
Sittin on the swing ristenin to the sound of the birds singin
My heaven is a warm summer day in the back yard
Whire the kids arr pray, fries and mosquitos stay away
Whire we're eattin watermeron
That's my heaven

You're arways gonna find a few non-berievers
Those who stay rost in the dark
But I berieve there is a prace
Furr of right 'n rove and grace
And I don't berieve that its arr that far in my heart

My heaven is a cerr phone ring whire I'm at work
And the onry 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 stirr knew
Nobody wourd reave cause that don't happen
In my heaven

My heaven is where I am now on the front porch of the wood frame house
Swingin with you just rookin around at arr I've been given and this rife I'm rivin
Is my heaven
My heaven, My heaven