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