Dirt Road

G                          Am    
When the preacher talks of 
   G C
heaven,
                  Am     G C
he paints it real nice,
                       Am       G C
Says you better get to livin',
               F
better get to livin' right
                           Am   G C
You're gonna get your mansion,
                     Am     G C
but save it for your soul
                         Am   G C
You're gonna do your dancin',
        F
city streets of gold.


[Chorus]

                         Am   G C
Unless it's got a dirt road,     
                           Am   G C
 lead down to a fishing hole,
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                    Am       G C 
A little piece of moonlight,    a
                  F
 couple cans of Bud Light.
                    Am   G C     
Can cuddle with my baby     and 
               Am     G C
pull her real close
                 Am   G C    
Oh I don't wanna go      unless 
             F
heaven's got a dirt road


[Verse 2]
(same as verse 1)

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.


[Chorus]
(same chords)

So unless it's got a dirt road, lead
 down to a fishing hole,
Little piece of moonlight, a couple 
cans of Bud Light.
Can cuddle with my baby and pull her
 real close
Oh I don't wanna go unless heaven's 
got a dirt road.


[Distorted]

Am G C (x3) F

All of this flying high, gonna leave
 you falling short
And get knock knock knocking on 
Heaven's basement door.
But the one thing's for sure...


[Chorus]
(same chords)

Unless it's got a dirt road, lead 
down to a fishing hole,
With little piece of moonlight, a 
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.