Bringin' My Pole
Way up yonder, up there behind them pearly gates, is there a place, Lord I wonder, where a good old boy can stay?
Cause I love the life I live down in the south land.
There ain't nothing like being below the old mason line.
And if heaven ain't a lot like dixie, Lord you know I still wanna go, I just hope you got a dirt road that leads to a fishing hole and don't mind me bringing my pole.
I don't claim to be no saint, just doing my best to get a little better every day.
And when they asked me, "
Frank, won't you tell me, why do you drink?" Cause I know how to fly away.
And I love the life I live down in the south land.
There ain't nothing like being below the old mason line.
And if heaven ain't a lot like dixie, Lord you know I still wanna go, I just hope you got a dirt road that leads to a fishing hole and don't mind me bringing my pole.
Lord I hope I live me a long time until I'm old and grey.
And when I face my final hour, this is what I'm gonna say.
Well I sure did love my life down in the south land.
There was nothing like being below this old mason line.
And if heaven ain't a lot like dixie, Lord you know I still wanna go, I just hope you got a dirt road that leads to a fishing hole and don't mind me bringing my pole.
I just hope you got a dirt road that leads to a fishing hole and don't mind me bringing my pole.
Cause I love the life I live down in the south land.
There ain't nothing like being below the old mason line.
And if heaven ain't a lot like dixie, Lord you know I still wanna go, I just hope you got a dirt road that leads to a fishing hole and don't mind me bringing my pole.
I don't claim to be no saint, just doing my best to get a little better every day.
And when they asked me, "
Frank, won't you tell me, why do you drink?" Cause I know how to fly away.
And I love the life I live down in the south land.
There ain't nothing like being below the old mason line.
And if heaven ain't a lot like dixie, Lord you know I still wanna go, I just hope you got a dirt road that leads to a fishing hole and don't mind me bringing my pole.
Lord I hope I live me a long time until I'm old and grey.
And when I face my final hour, this is what I'm gonna say.
Well I sure did love my life down in the south land.
There was nothing like being below this old mason line.
And if heaven ain't a lot like dixie, Lord you know I still wanna go, I just hope you got a dirt road that leads to a fishing hole and don't mind me bringing my pole.
I just hope you got a dirt road that leads to a fishing hole and don't mind me bringing my pole.
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Writer(s): Jason Frank Foster
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