Now you tell me that there are streets of gold and angels in the airNow all that's fine and dandy and I'm sure it's nice up thereThere's just one thing that I need to know 'fore I settle downCan I take my hounds to heavenCan I hunt on God's groundNow you say if I quit drinking and try to toe the lineI can make it up to glory at the end of my lifeNow whiskey's hard to throw away something I might try to doIf I could spend forever running round treeing coon'sBut if I can't take my hound's to heavenIf I can't hunt on God's landThen I'd rather load my dog box up and go to hell with all my friendsNow I'll wake up in the morning and follow you to townIf I can take my hounds to heavenIf I can hunt on God's groundNow you say if I quit smoking and my rough and rowdy waysWe'd walk together forever on streets of gold somedayBut the only way I can stand it now and I hate to say it's trueIs when you start your bitchin'I can run off and hunt till my face turns blueIf I can't take my dogs to heavenIf I can't hunt on God's landI'd rather load my dog box up and go to hell with all my friendsNow I'll wake up in the morning and follow you to townIf I can take my hounds to heavenIf I can hunt on God's groundIf I can take my hounds to heavenIf I can hunt on God's ground
