You tell me there are streets of goldAnd angels in the airWhile all that's fine and dandyAnd I'm sure it's nice up thereThere's just one thing that I need to knowBefore I settle downCan I take my hounds to Heaven?Can I hunt on God's ground?Now you say if I quit drinkingAnd try to toe the lineI can make it up to gloryAt the end of my lifeAnd while whiskey's hard to throw awayIt's somethin' I'd try to doIf I could spend foreverRunnin' hounds and treein' coonsIf I can't take my hounds to HeavenIf I can't hunt on God's landI'd rather load my dog box upAnd go to Hell with all my friendsI will wake up in the mornin'And I will follow you to townIf I can take my hounds to HeavenIf I can hunt on God's groundNow you say if I quit smokin'And my rough and rowdy waysWe can hold hands foreverOn streets of gold somedayBut the only way I could stand it nowAnd I hate to say it's trueWhen you give me a hard timeI can do what I want to doBut if I can't take my hounds to HeavenIf I can't hunt on God's landI'd rather load my dog box upAnd go to Hell with all my friendsI will wake up in the mornin'And I will 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
