I believe this life we're livin' Ain't all there is And there's somethin' better up there Waitin' after this I've sat on Sunday mornings Listened to that preacher preach And I get what he's sayin' But man, if you ask me
You think pearly gates You think streets of gold And I think about them long leaf pines Lined on Tobacco Road You think skies of blue You think angels' wings I think grandpa on an old creek bank And a Zebco 33 And we all got our own opinions We all believe what we believe But everything that's Heaven to you Is Carolina to me
I've already walked with Jesus Goin' through Kill Devil Hills And I've talked to God face to face Sittin' high up in Linville But if you still want your mansion And your perfect paradise Then go on and get yours And I'll head on back to mine
You think pearly gates You think streets of gold And I think about them long leaf pines Lined on Tobacco Road You think skies of blue You think angels' wings I think wild horses on the Outer Banks Runnin' up and down the beach And we all got our own opinions We all believe what we believe But everything that's Heaven to you Is Carolina to me
Well, if you still want your mansion And your perfect paradise Then go on and get yours And I'll head on back to mine
You think pearly gates You think streets of gold And I think about them long leaf pines Lined on Tobacco Road You think skies of blue You think angels' wings And I think about ol' Andy Griffith Whistlin' on TV And we all got our own opinions We all believe what we believe But everything that's Heaven to you Is Carolina to me Is Carolina to meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
