Kip Moore Dirt Road song lyrics

When the preacher talks to heaven, He paints it real nice,

Says you better get to livin', get to livin' right

You're gonna get your mansion, but save it for your soul

You're gonna do your dancin', city streets to go.

Unless it's got a dirt road, leading down to a fishing hole,

A little piece of moonlight, couple cans of Bud Light.

Can cuddle with my baby, pull her real close

Oh I don't wanna go,

Unless Heaven's got a dirt road

You better quit your drinkin', better quit the smokin' too,

Trade in 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,

little piece of moonlight, couple cans of Bud Light.

Can cuddle with my baby, pull her real close

Oh I don't wanna go,

Unless Heaven's got a dirt road.

Modest land high, gonna leave you for a short

And get knock knock knockin, at its basement door.

The one thing's for sure...

Unless it's got a dirt road, leading down to a fishing hole,

with little piece of moonlight, couple cans of Bud Light.

Can Cuddle with my baby, and pull her real close

I don't wanna go,

Unless Heaven's got a dirt road.