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 sayin'

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 runnin' 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