A long wooden fence to a tall hickory tree A wraparound porch with an old cedar swing We don't get to choose but if I had my way My road to the sky would look just like A walk up the driveway to Grandma Saying: Y'all come and get it Me and Granddaddy, just gettin' back from some fishin' Dust flyin' up every step that we're steppin' So whenever I picture heaven I see a long wooden fence to a tall hickory tree A dog on the porch slowly fallin' asleep We don't get to choose but if I had my way My road to the sky would look just like A walk up the driveway A walk up the driveway to my baby Chasin' after our young'uns Me and my brothers talkin' about baseball and huntin' The rustlin' of cash crops with a Sun-settin' backdrop Them gold streets are nice, yeah, but my paradise is That long wooden fence to a tall hickory tree The leaves blowin' 'round on a cool autumn breeze We don't get to choose but if I had my way My road to the sky would look just like A walk up the driveway