When I Leave Here

Well I was eighteen, old Mr. Green said boy let me ask you something When you leave here, will you go upstairs What you think is coming Are you thinking heaven or hell Boy, can you tell me what you think As he sat in his chair, combing his hair, cracked a cold one and started to drink I said, Heaven's pretty nice from way out here They got real cold ice, colder beer And an old mud hole down the ol' dirt road I could get to pretty fast I'll live right on the edge of the clouds in a big old mansion With the sound of the whippoorwills Oh, it'll give you chills See all my buddies waiting for me, throwing down and saying cheers When I leave here My grandma and my grandpa said Son, you better get it right Don't want to stayin' out late, callin' in at 8:00, drinking too much Coors Light But from where I stand, I'm a pretty good man, ain't never done nobody wrong So when they ask me where I'm going when I leave here I said, Heaven's pretty nice from way out here They got real cold ice, colder beer And an old mud hole down the ol' dirt road I could get to pretty fast I'll live right on the edge of the clouds in a big old mansion With the sound of the whippoorwills Oh, it'll give you chills See all my buddies waiting for me, throwing down and saying cheers When I leave here I ain't worth it, I ain't worthy, going upstairs And I ain't Jesus, but Lord, I mean it, I can see it crystal clear Yeah, Heaven's pretty nice from way out here They got real cold ice, colder beer And an old mud hole down the ol' dirt road I could get to pretty fast I'll live right on the edge of the clouds in a big old mansion With the sound of the whippoorwills Oh, it'll give you chills See all my buddies waiting for me, throwing down and saying cheers When I leave here When I leave here