Drink Beer in Heaven

A pearl snap shirt, an old trucker hat
And sunflower seeds on the porch out back
In that rocking chair, he’d drink a whole 12 pack
Oh, man there’s no man like Granddad
They said he was a rebel in his early days
If you made him mad boy, stay out of his way
Going back on your word man, there will be hell to pay
Oh, man there’s no man like Granddad
I know he’s going crazy without his cigars
I bet he’s asking Jesus if he drinks PBR
If I could see him now, I’d ask him one question
Do they drink beer in Heaven?
Lord he’s raising hell inside those pearly gates
Singing every song Hank Williams ever played
I bet he’s cutting up and talking 'bout the weather
Thinking about his first love and the day that he met her
He’d fire up that Mustang, his foot on that gas
And I can almost hear him say «the streets of gold ain’t so bad.»
I know he’s going crazy without his cigars
I bet he’s asking Jesus if he drinks PBR
If I could see him now, I’d ask him one question
Do they drink beer in Heaven?
I turned 18 on the day he passed away
And I drank a beer right here at his grave
Popped the top, poured a little out
Sat and cried, and I drank it down
I know he’s going crazy without his cigars
I bet he’s asking Jesus if he drinks PBR
If I could see him now, I’d ask him one question
Do they drink beer in Heaven?
Do they drink beer in Heaven?