Scotty McCreery - Carolina to Me lyrics

I believe this life we're living Ain't all there is And there's something better up there Waiting after this I've sat on Sunday mornings Listened to that preacher preach And I get what he's saying Man, if you ask me You think pearly gates You think streets of gold And I think about them long leaf pines lined on Tobacco Road You think skies of blue You think angels' wings I think grandpa on an old creek bank and a Zebco 33 We all got our own opinions We all believe what we believe But everything that's Heaven to you Is Carolina to me I've already walked with Jesus Going through Kill Devil Hills And I've talked to God face to face Sitting high up in Linville But if you still want your mansion And your perfect paradise Then go on and get yours And I'll head on back to mine You think pearly gates You think streets of gold And I think about them long leaf pines lined on Tobacco Road You think skies of blue You think angels' wings I think wild horses on the Outer Banks running up and down the beach We all got our own opinions We all believe what we believe But everything that's Heaven to you Is Carolina to me Well if you still want your mansion And your perfect paradise Then go on and get yours And I'll head on back to mine You think pearly gates You think streets of gold And I think about them long leaf pines lined on Tobacco Road You think skies of blue You think angels' wings And I think about ole Andy Griffith whistling on TV We all got our own opinions We all believe what we believe But everything that's Heaven to you Is Carolina to me Is Carolina to me