My Heaven - Trace Adkins
Written by：Chris Allen/Jim Collins
Everybody has their own idea of heaven
What kind of paradise they'll see
Pearly gates streets of gold
No gettin' sick or growing old
Sounds like a beautiful place to be
But as for me
My heaven is a wood frame house
With a great big porch going all the way around
Sittin' on the swing listening to the sounds of the birds sing
My heaven is a warm summer day in the backyard while the kids all play
Flies and mosquitoes stay away while we eat watermelon
That's my heaven
You're always going to find a few non believers
Those who stay lost in the dark
But I believe there is a place full of light
Love and grace and I don't believe that it's all that fun
In my heart my heaven is a cell phone ring while
I'm at work and the only thing that
You have to say is you miss me
And get home in a hurry
My heaven is the very worst day that I spent with you
And you were so mad but I still knew nobody believes
Cause that don't happen in my heaven
My heaven is where I am now on the front porch
Of a wood frame house swinging with you
Just lookin' around at all that I've been given
And this life I'm livin' is my heaven
My heaven
My heaven
