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