When the 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 savin' for your soul.
If you're gonna do your dancin', 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 drinkin', you better quit your smokin' too,
People trading in 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 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
I don't wanna go unless heaven's got a dirt road.
That's right.
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 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.