Kip Moore - Dirt Road lyrics

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