Outskirts of Heaven (feat. Craig Campbell)
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 12 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 gladly trade it
For a farmhouse with acreage
And a backyard 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
'Bout Buck knives and shotguns
How to cast an old Zebco
How to work a stick shift
He taught me the Bible
'Bout all 12 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 gladly trade it
For a farmhouse with acreage
And a backyard 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
Credits
Writer(s): Dave Turnbull, Justin Craig Campbell
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