Hank Locklin - Fifty Miles Of Elbow Room

Twelve hundred miles it's length and breadth that
Four square city stands
It's gem set walls of Jasper shine not made with human hands
One hundred miles it's gates are wide in that great city fair
With fifty miles of elbow room on either side to spare

When the gates swing wide on the other side just beyond the sunset sea
There'll be room to spare as we enter there
There'll be room for you and room for me
For the gates are wide on the other side where the flowers ever bloom
On the right hand on the left hand fifty miles of elbow room

That four square city I shall see when dawn will fall in time
Sometimes it seems I almost hear the bells of glory chime
This will be mine when I shall pass into that city fair
With fifty miles of elbow room on either side to spare