There's a placed under the sheltering trees
That's where I do as I please
It's just a dirty old shack
When I there I do not lack

It's heaven
Hillbilly heaven
Heaven
Hillbilly heaven where the angels sing

We don't need any golden fountains
Up there on the mountain
We don't need statues of stone
We just like to be left along

In heaven
Hillbilly heaven
Heaven
Hillbilly heaven where the angels sing

I spend my days in overalls
I don't get any telephone calls
We like to sing and dance
What do I need with pants

In heaven
Hillbilly heaven
Heaven
Hillbilly heaven whre the angels sing

Eveery night we light a great bi fire
Lots of wood and a couple of tires
We like to drink and jump around
When I'm drunk I roll on the ground

In heaven
Hillbilly heaven
Heaven
Hillbilly heaven where the angels sing

What could any god up in the sky
Offer half as sweet as this filthy sty?
The yard is covered with rusty dead cars
And at night the sky is filled with stars

In heaven
Hillbilly heaven
Heaven
Hillbilly heaven where the angels sing

People think of heaven as somewhere above
But here and now is the place I love

It's heaven
Heaven
Heaven
Heaven


Heaven?
Heaven?
Heaven?
Heaven?