When a preacher talks of heaven, he paints it real nice He says, you better get to livin, better get to livin right If youre gonna get your mansion, hes been saving for your soul If youre gonna do your dancing on city streets of gold But unless its 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 dont wanna go unless heavens 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, Ive never been nothing, nothing more than what you see Like my truck, Im made for running, down to a midnight creek So unless its 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 dont wanna go unless heavens got a dirt road All of this flying high, gonna leave ya falling short Leave you knock, knock, knocking on heavens basement door But one things for sure Unless its 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 dont wanna go unless heavens got a dirt road
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