My grandpa taught me 'bout buck knives and shotguns
How to cast an old Zebco, how to work a stick shift
He taught me the Bible, 'bout all twelve disciples
He made sure that I know there's life after this

With pearly gates
And streets of gold
And if I just believe
That's where I'll go

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's built just for me
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
Lord, when I die
I wanna live on the outskirts of Heaven Writer/s: Craig Campbell, Dave Turnbull
Publisher: Anthem Entertainment, BMG Rights Management
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