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.