Dear Lord, I come to you right now,
   I'm down on bended knee;
To see if we can barter up a deal,
   a trade 'twixt You and me.

I heard you're building me a Home,
   a mansion in the skies;
A harp and crown to call my own,
   no sooner than I die.

Well heres the deal, I'll never feel,
   real comfy in those digs,
So if I can, I'll spill the beans,
   'bout my dream place to live.

I'd start with just a smidge 'o land,
   tucked yonder in the hills;
A cabin with a front porch swing,
   no reoccurring bills.

I'll trade majestic gates of pearl,
   and shiny streets of gold;
For picket fence with squeaky gates,
   and worn out muddy road.

I'd take a hat and guitar pick,
   no harp or crown for me;
A big 'ole oak with hammock swung,
   now that would glory be.

Now this I ask in Heaven's name,
   I leave it in Your hands;
It's You who made me who I am,
   a simple country man!