Written by Dan Couch/Westin Davis/Kip Moore
Palm Muted Power Chords Intro A G C (x3) G This is the pattern all the way through G A G C When the preacher talks of heaven, A G C he paints it real nice, A G C Says you better get to livin', G better get to livin' right A G C You're gonna get your mansion, A G C but save it for your soul A G C You're gonna do your dancin', G city streets of gold. A G C A G C Unless it's got a dirt road, lead down to a fishing hole, A G C G A little piece of moonlight, a couple cans of Bud Light. A G C A G C Can cuddle with my baby and pull her real close A G C G 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, 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 A G C (x3) G 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... 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.