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Verse 1

 

[G]When the preacher talks of [Am]heaven, [G] [C]

he paints it real [Am]nice, [G] [C]

Says you better get to [Am]livin’, [G] [C]

better get to l[F]livin’ right

You’re gonna get your mansi[Am]mansion, [G] [C]

but save it for your [Am]soul [G] [C]

You’re gonna do your danc[Am]dancin’, [G] [C]

city str[F]streets of gold.

 

 

Chorus

 

Unless it’s got a dirt ro[Am]road, [G] [C] lead down to a fishing hol[Am]hole, [G] [C]

A little piece of mo[Am]moonlight, [G] [C] a couple cans of Bu[F]Bud Light.

Can cuddle with my b[Am]baby [G] [C] and pull her real cl[Am]close [G] [C]

Oh I don’t wanna [Am]go [G] [C] unless heaven’s g[F]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] [Am] [G] [C]

[Am] [G] [C] [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.

Verse 1

 

[G]When the preacher talks of [Am]heaven, [G] [C]

he paints it real [Am]nice, [G] [C]

Says you better get to [Am]livin’, [G] [C]

better get to l[F]livin’ right

You’re gonna get your mansi[Am]mansion, [G] [C]

but save it for your [Am]soul [G] [C]

You’re gonna do your danc[Am]dancin’, [G] [C]

city str[F]streets of gold.

 

 

Chorus

 

Unless it’s got a dirt ro[Am]road, [G] [C] lead down to a fishing hol[Am]hole, [G] [C]

A little piece of mo[Am]moonlight, [G] [C] a couple cans of Bu[F]Bud Light.

Can cuddle with my b[Am]baby [G] [C] and pull her real cl[Am]close [G] [C]

Oh I don’t wanna [Am]go [G] [C] unless heaven’s g[F]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] [Am] [G] [C]

[Am] [G] [C] [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.