F# C# A long wooden fence to a tall hickory tree E B A wraparound porch with an old cedar swing F# C# We don't get to choose but if I had my way E B My road to the sky would look just like F# A walk up the driveway to Grandma C# Saying y'all come and get it E B Me and Granddaddy just gettin' back from some fishin' F# C# Dust flyin' up every step that we're steppin' E B So whenever I picture heaven Chorus: F# C# I see a long wooden fence to a tall hickory tree E B A dog on the porch slowly fallin' asleep F# C# We don't get to choose but if I had my way E G#m My road to the sky would look just like B F# G#m F# E B F# F# A walk up the driveway A walk up the driveway to my baby Chasin' after our youngins Me and my brothers talkin' about baseball and huntin' The rustlin' of cash crops with a sun-settin' backdrop Them gold streets are nice, yeah, but my paradise is Chorus: That long wooden fence to a tall hickory tree The leaves blowin' 'round on a cool autumn breeze We don't get to choose, but if I had my way My road to the sky would look just like A walk up the driveway | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsB C# E F# G#m |