Dirt Road

When the preacher talks of heaven
He paints it real nice
He says "you better get to living,
Better get to living right"
If you're gonna get your mansion
He's been saving for your soul
If you're gonna do your dancing
On city streets of gold
But unless he's got a dirt road
Leading down to a fishing hole
With a little piece of moonlight
A couple cans of Bud light
Where I can cuddle with my baby
And I can pull her real close
No, I don't wanna go
Unless heaven's got a dirt road
You better quit your drinking
You better quit your smoking too
People trading your backseat
Saturday nights for a Sunday morning pew
Well I've never been nothing
Nothing more than what you see
Like my truck, I'm made for running
Down to a midnight creek
So unless he's got a dirt road
Leading down to a fishing hole
With a little piece of moonlight
A couple cans of Bud light
Where I can cuddle with my baby
And I can pull her real close
I don't wanna go
Unless heaven's got a dirt road
All of this flying high
Gonna leave you falling short
Leave you knock-knock-knocking
On Heaven's basement door
But one thing's for sure
Unless he's got a dirt road
Leading down to a fishing hole
With a little piece of moonlight
A couple cans of Bud light
Where I can cuddle with my baby
And I can pull her real close
No, I don't wanna go
Unless heaven's got a dirt road