Way up yonder
Up there behind them pearly gates
Is there a place, Lord I wonder
Where a good old boy can stay?
Cause I love the life I live down in the south land
There ain't nothing like being below the old mason line
And if heaven ain't a lot like dixie, Lord you know I still wanna go
I just hope you got a dirt road that leads to a fishing hole and don't mind me bringing my pole
I don't claim to be no saint
Just doing my best to get a little better every day
And when they asked me, "Frank, won't you tell me, why do you drink?"
Cause I know how to fly away
And I love the life I live down in the south land
There ain't nothing like being below the old mason line
And if heaven ain't a lot like dixie, Lord you know I still wanna go
I just hope you got a dirt road that leads to a fishing hole and don't mind me bringing my pole
Lord I hope I live me a long time until I'm old and grey
And when I face my final hour, this is what I'm gonna say
Well I sure did love my life down in the south land
There was nothing like being below this old mason line
And if heaven ain't a lot like dixie, Lord you know I still wanna go
I just hope you got a dirt road that leads to a fishing hole and don't mind me bringing my pole
I just hope you got a dirt road that leads to a fishing hole and don't mind me bringing my pole
