Funeral service sittin’ in the pew
I was fightin’ tears listening to
The preacher talk about where Granddaddy’d gone

It sounded like a pretty nice place
Where angels sing “Amazing Grace”
And everyone gets a mansion to call home

And I know that’s where he went
And I’m sure he’ll fit right in

Chorus:
If there’s a cattle guard at the pearly gates
And the air smells like fresh cut hay
And Grandma’s chicken frying on the stove
He won’t take a mansion if he get’s to choose
He’ll ask the Lord for a front porch view
From that old farm house that he never sold
Just put it off the beaten path
And set it way back down a golden gravel road

We buried him in his cowboy boots
Just the way he asked us to
So he could meet the Lord the way he was

And I’ll bet as soon as he walked in
He found a fence he could mend

Chorus:
Past that a cattle guard at the pearly gates
Where the air smells like fresh cut hay
And Grandma’s chicken frying on the stove
He won’t take a mansion if he get’s to choose
He’ll ask the Lord for a front porch view
From that old farm house that he never sold
Just put it off the beaten path
And set it way back down a golden gravel road

And I think everyone sees heaven a little bit differently
And as for me

Chorus:
I see a cattle guard at the pearly gates
And Granddaddy bailing some fresh cut hay
And Grandma’s chicken frying on the stove
I won’t take a mansion if he let’s me choose
I’ll ask the Lord for a front porch view
From that old farmhouse Granddaddy never sold
Just put it off the beaten path
Set it way back down a golden gravel road
Down a golden gravel road