| 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 business 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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| And in my Heaven, there ain’t no children
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| Totin' loaded guns to school
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| There ain’t such thing as peer pressure
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| 'Cause bein' 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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| And no lyin' or cryin', or dyin' young
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| And 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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| And 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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| And no lyin', cryin', or dyin' young
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| And no one’s lonely, and 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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| And I ain’t tellin' him his business
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| But if he left it up to me
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| Then in my Heaven, there’s football with no referees
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| And in my Heaven, there’s never been an injury
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| In my Heaven, angels yodel when they sing
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| And in my Heaven, the fish will bite most anythin'
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| In my heaven
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| Oh, now in my heaven
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| Oh, in my Heaven
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| In my Heaven
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| In my Heaven
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| In my Heaven |