You tell me there are streets of gold and angels in the air
And while all that's fine and dandy and I'm sure it's nice up there
There's just one thing that I need to know before I settle down
Can I take my hounds to Heaven? Can I hunt on God's ground?
Now you say if I quit drinking and try to toe the line
I can make it up to glory at the end of my life
And while whiskey's hard to throw away, it's somethin' I'd try to do
If I could spend forever runnin' hounds and treein' coons
If I can't take my hounds to Heaven, if I can't hunt on God's land
I'd rather load my dog box up and go to Hell with all my friends
I will wake up in the mornin' and I'll follow you to town
If I can take my hounds to Heaven, if I can hunt on God's ground
Now you say if I quit smokin' and my rough and rowdy ways
We can hold hands forever on streets of gold someday
But the only way I could stand it now, and I hate to say it's true
When you give me a hard time, I can do what I wanna do
If I can't take my hounds to Heaven, if I can't hunt on God's land
I'd rather load my dog box up and go to Hell with all my friends
And I will wake up in the mornin' and I'll follow you to town
If I can take my hounds to Heaven, if I can hunt on God's ground
If I can take my hounds to Heaven, if I can hunt on God's ground
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