My Kinda Heaven Lyrics

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