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