You tell me there are streets of gold and angels in the air While all that's fine and dandy and I'm sure it's nice up there There's just one thing that I need to know before I settle down Can I take my hounds to Heaven? Can I hunt on God's ground? Now you say if I quit drinkin' and try to toe the line I can make it up to glory at the end of my life And while whiskey's hard to throw away, it's somethin' I might try to do If I could spend forever runnin' hounds and treein' coons If I can't take my hounds to Heaven, if I can't hunt on God's land I'd rather load my dog box up and go to Hell with all my friends I will wake up in the mornin' and I'll follow you to town If I can take my hounds to Heaven, if I can hunt on God's ground Now you say if I quit smokin' and my rough and rowdy ways We can hold hands forever on streets of gold someday But the only way I could stand it now, and I hate to say it's true When you give me a hard time, I can do what I wanna do If I can't take my hounds to Heaven, if I can't hunt on God's land I'd rather load my dog box up and go to Hell with all my friends And I will wake up in the mornin' and I'll follow you to town If I can take my hounds to Heaven, if I can hunt on God's ground If I can take my hounds to Heaven, if I can hunt on God's ground