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 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
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
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