Well I was raised in a Christian home, on Bible-readin' gospel songs, church doors opened up you'd see my face
Sundays twice, Wednesdays too, I'd take my seat on the front row pew, singin' Rock of Ages and Amazing Grace
Preacher said heavens the place to go, with pearly gates and streets of gold, I guess for the preacher that's alright
But I hope heaven's another story, with a good ole boy bound for glory, a little bit like Texas on a Saturday night
And I hope heaven has a honkytonk, with a five-piece band
Cowboy boots, and bluejeans are part of the master plan
And I hope Hank's on the jukebox, Bob Wills has a fiddle in his hand
And I hope heaven has a honkytonk, with a five-piece band
I hope those hardwood floors are just like glass, the girls I ask wanna dance, and each and every waitress is divine
I hope that mean old bouncers got a big halo, those neon lights will always glow, they ain't never heard of closing time
And I hope heaven has a honkytonk, with a five-piece band
Cowboy boots, and bluejeans are part of the master plan
And I hope Hank's on the jukebox, Bob Wills has a fiddle in his hand
And I hope heaven has a honkytonk, with a five-piece band
I hope heaven has a honkytonk, with a five-piece band
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