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