Beer battered chicken, sweet ice tea Night crawlers, crickets and a Zebco 33 Old Glory waving at you As you're driving by the court house And it's just another day in Heaven South A little country angel like you've never seen Took a pair of scissors to a pair of jeans You pick her up on Friday And you pucker up and kiss her on the mouth And it's just another day in Heaven South Drive down Main Street and everybody's there Subwoofers booming like cannons in a square Sign says "no cruising" but nobody cares I got a girl to put my arm around And it's just another day in Heaven South Oh, oh, oh It's just another day in Heaven South Oh, oh, oh There's a bunch of lawn chairs in the living room 'Cause there's a UFC fight on pay per view Gonna fry up beer steaks, got fireworks for afterwards tonight Gotta make a little run for beer and ice Down on Main Street and everybody's there Subwoofers booming like cannons in a square Turn on the news you'd think the world ain't got a prayer But if you turn it off and look around It's just another day in Heaven South Eggs on the griddle, coffee in my cup Farmer on a tractor, kids on a bus Old Glory waving as they raise her up above the court house And it's just another day in Heaven South Oh, it's just another day in Heaven Oh, oh, oh It's just another day in Heaven South Oh, oh, oh It's just another day in Heaven South Oh, oh, oh It's just another day in Heaven South Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh