When a preacher talks to heaven
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
The city streets of gold
But unless it's got a dirt road
Leading down to a fishing hole
With a little piece of moonlight light
A couple cans of bud light
Where I can cuddle with my baby baby
And I can pull her real close
No I don't wanna go
Unless heaven's got a dirt road
Ha
Better quit your drinking
You better quit your smoking too
We for trading in your backseat
Saturday nights for a sunday morning view
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 it'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
That's right
All of this flying ha gonna leave you falling short
Leave you knock knock knocking
On heaven's basement door
One thing's for sure a message got a dirt road
Leading down to a fishing hole
With a little piece of moonlight
A couple pinch 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
Yeah
Oh
Won't you