Three, four.
Maybe the streets are gold and there's a table with plenty room.
Maybe we don't grow old and we got nothing to lose.
Maybe in the promised land there's a choir when you walk through.
Oh, but I pray heaven is like rain on a tin roof.
Maybe the sun don't set and the waters don't rise.
Maybe we don't forget how to laugh like a child.
Maybe in the promised land we're all made for what we do.
Oh.
Oh, but I pray heaven is like rain on a tin roof.
Washing away, washing away my sorrows.
Giving me faith, giving me faith to follow a new tomorrow.
They tell me in the promised land there are mansions to choose.
Oh.
Oh, but I pray heaven is like rain on a tin roof.
Maybe time stands still and the mountains just move.
Maybe we all have wings and there's only good news.
Oh.
They say the living water is the fountain of youth.
Oh.
Oh, but I pray.
Oh, but I pray heaven is like rain on a tin roof.
Washing away, washing away my sorrows.
Giving me faith, giving me faith to follow a new tomorrow.
Tell me in the promised land there are mansions for me and you.
Oh.
Oh, but I pray heaven is like rain on a tin roof.




Yeah, yeah.
Oh, but I pray heaven is like rain on a tin roof.
I pray heaven is like rain on a tin roof.