Verse 1
I hope there’s evergreen pine trees
and old barbed wire fence posts
that run for miles along the side
of them streets of gold
I hope there’s a mud-covered Bronco
with a couple cranked down windows
that’ll ride me high
and leave some lights
on them streets of gold
Chorus
I there’s gates
and snow
I hope and there’s a red clay
on them streets of gold
Verse 2
I hope there’s beer in the backseat
and a hidden hole
that I find I drive
down them streets of gold
Chorus
I there’s gates
and snow
I hope and there’s a red clay
on them streets of gold
Verse 3
I hope granddaddy’s still wearing
that worn out of toes
we a walk
and some rocks down them streets of gold
Chorus
I there’s gates
and snow
and I ain’t in no hurry
when it’s to go
I wanna in the of place
that a like home
I hope and there’s a red clay
on them streets of gold
Dear Lord, I for some clay
on them streets of gold
I hope and there’s a red clay
on them streets of gold
