When a preacher talks
of heaven he paints it real nice
He says you better get to livin'
better get to livin' 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 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
You better quit your drinking
you better quit
your smoking too
Be for trading in
your backseat Saturday nights
for 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
All of this flying high
gonna leave ya falling short
Leave you knock
knock knocking
on heaven's basement door
One thing's for sure
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
Yeah
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