My Kinda Heaven Video (MV)

I can see her silhouette standin' in the kitchen right there
Sun shining through the window on her curly white hair
Apron tied around her waist
A 'welcome home' smile on her face
Over a bushel of unbroken green beans
She'd tell me little stories bout the things shed seen
Voice as sweet as apple pie
And I still hear it when I close my eyes.
Sometimes it makes me cry
So when I take my final breath
I hope the thing that I hear next
Is the pearly gates with a creaky hinge,
Familiar voice saying "come on in"
God I hope those streets of gold
Look just like her gravel road
When I die the first place that I'm headin'
Is grandma's house, yea thats My Kinda Heaven.
Lord willin' theres an old cast iron skillet
Half a cake of cornbread and a lottery biscuit
A hug behind an open door
Dusty carpet on a hard wood floor
That's what I'm praying for
So when I take my final breath
I hope the thing that I hear next
Is the pearly gates with a creaky hinge,
Familiar voice saying "come on in"
God I hope those streets of gold
Look just like her gravel road
When I die the first place that I'm headin'
Is grandma's house, yea thats My Kinda Heaven.
She'll have supper waitin'
Celebratin'
The day that I come home
On her little piece of promised land
We'll live forever hand in hand
Watching sunsets on an old wood swing
Tellin' her stories about the things I'd seen
God I know those streets of Gold
Look just like her gravel road
When I'm up there lookin down
It'll be on the front porch of grandma's house
'Cause that's my kind of heaven
That's my kind of heaven