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

This is right

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