HEAVEN IS A SMALL TOWN (Craig Monday, Chris Wallin)
He was dead a good 3 minutes when the doctor’s brought him back
They called him a fighter, I called him Uncle Jack
When they took us back to see him they said the morphine’s kickin’ in
He’s been tellin’ us some tall tales, just listen here he goes again… and Jack said
I just came from somewhere with gold dusty roads
I was walkin’ toward a bright porch light the angels leave on
There were no gangs or prisons, no graffiti on the walls
Just some blood red paint on a water tower that reads “Jesus loves us all”
And all my life I thought it’d be a big place
But I know better now… heaven is a small town
He said grandma and grandpa were up there sittin’ in the shade
But grandma’s hands weren’t shakin and grandpa’s back was straight
Then Jack looked right at me
And he said I saw your mama and she said to tell you
Remember just the other day when that music box she gave you
Played amazing grace out of the blue
That was her singin’ to you
And I knew he just came from from somewhere with gold dusty roads
He’d been walkin’ towards a bright porch light the angel’s leave on
He said the church house there was empty ’cause nobody has to pray
God just lives right down the street, they talk to him face to face
And here all my life I thought it’d be a big place
But one day we’ll all find out… heaven is a small town
There’s no gangs or prisons, no graffiti on the walls, just some blood red paint on a water tower that reads “Jesus loves us all”
© 2003 Songs of Bud Dog Music/Music of Windswept (ASCAP)/Wallerin' Music (ASCAP)