When a preacher talks of heaven, he paints it real nice He says you better get your living, better get your 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 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 People trading in your backseat on Saturday nights, for a Sunday morning view Well I've never been nothing, nothing more than what you see Like my truck of maple 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 you falling short Leave you knocking, knocking, 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 Thanks for watching!
