(Rivers Rutherford/Bobby Pinson)
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In my Heaven there ain't no lawyers
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Don't need names on dotted lines
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Folks do buisness like they oughta
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A good firm handshake works just fine
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We feed lawyers to the lions
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In my Heaven there ain't no children
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Totin' loaded guns to school
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Ain't no such think as peer pressure
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Being who you are is cool
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We still teach that golden rule
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In my Heaven we hurt no one
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No lyring, crying, or dying young
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No one's lonely, no one's scared
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And everyone is welcome there
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In my Heaven
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In my Heaven I can sing like Elvis
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Play guitar like B.B. King
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Slide a fastball past Hank Aaron
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Hey now batter, batter swing
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I can do most anything
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In my Heaven we hurt no one
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No lyring, crying, or dying young
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No one's lonely, no one's scared
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And everyone is welcome there
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In my Heaven
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I know that it's God's decision
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What my Heaven's gonna be
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I ain't tellin' him his buisness
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But if he left it up to me
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Then in my Heaven
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There's football with no referees
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Then in my Heaven
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There's never been an injury
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In my Heaven
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Angels yodel when they sing
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And in my Heaven
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The fish will bite most anything
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In my Heaven
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In my Heaven
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In My Heaven
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| Mark Wills |
