Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Dust on my boots Sun on my neck Truck radio humming Life’s a little wreck Bills on the counter Worries in a pile Then I close my eyes And drift a mile [Chorus] If heaven’s anything like this It’s wide open dreaming fields Old church steeple on the hill Fresh cut hay on spinning wheels It’s bonfires, tailgates, cowboy friends Sharing that last sip we won’t miss If heaven looks like anything I hope heaven looks like this [Verse 2] Girl in my arm Stars in her hair Boot prints tangled Everywhere Old boys laughing Cards on the hood Saying we ain’t rich But it sure feels good [Chorus] If heaven’s anything like this It’s wide open dreaming fields Old church steeple on the hill Fresh cut hay on spinning wheels It’s bonfires, tailgates, cowboy friends Sharing that last sip we won’t miss If heaven looks like anything I hope heaven looks like this [Bridge] Maybe the golden road Is just a gravel lane at night Where every wrong turn I made Still led me to this light (oh yeah) If I don’t get a mansion Give me one more taste of sky One more toast with all my people Then I’m ready to ride [Chorus] If heaven’s anything like this It’s wide open dreaming fields Old church steeple on the hill Fresh cut hay on spinning wheels It’s bonfires, tailgates, cowboy friends Sharing that last sip we won’t miss If heaven looks like anything I hope heaven looks like this Yeah if heaven looks like anything I hope heaven looks like this
Tags
country, Bright, radio-ready country-pop with steady kick, jangly acoustics, and twangy electric fills; male vocals riding an upbeat two-step groove, big stacked harmonies on the hook, fiddle answering vocal lines, and a key-change lift on the final chorus for a feel-good, hands-in-the-air finish
Duration
2:50
Instrumental
No
Created
3/15/2026