I know where I'm going

When I'm done here on this earth

God's building me a mansion

Where none of us will hurt

I'll see ol' st. peter

Swing wide those pearly gates

I don't mean to sound ungrateful

But god I hope and pray.

There's just one dirt road

That takes me back to a honey hole

A hundred year old white oak tree

Layin' shade on me

Pickin' blackberries off the vine

A bobwhite whistling out through the pines

I can't wait to walk those streets of gold

But give me just one dirt road.

Hang up mama's clothesline

Between those two pine trees

Lay some round bales in a hay field

And a bridge across the creek

Let it wind past that white church

Where I gave my soul to you

And dead end at granny's house

Amen I'm through.

I hope there's just one dirt road

That takes me back to a honey hole

A hundred year old white oak tree

Layin' shade on me

Pickin' blackberries off the vine

A bobwhite whistling out through the pines

I can't wait to walk those streets of gold

But give me just one dirt road.

Just one dirt road

That takes me back to a honey hole

A hundred year old white oak tree

Layin' shade on me

Pickin' blackberries off the vine

A bobwhite whistling out through the pines

I can't wait to walk those streets of gold

But give me just one dirt road

Just one ol' dirt road.