I know where I'm going When I'm done here on this earth God's building me a mansion Where none of us will hurt I'll see ol' St. Peter Swing wide those pearly gates I don't mean to sound ungrateful But God I hope and pray
There's just one dirt road That takes me back to a honey hole A hundred year old white oak tree Layin' shade on me Pickin' blackberries off the vine A Bobwhite whistling out through the pines I can't wait to walk those streets of gold But give me just one dirt road
Hang up mama's clothesline Between those two pine trees Lay some round bales in a hay field And a bridge across the creek Let it wind past that white church Where I gave my soul to you And dead end at Granny's house Amen I'm through
I hope there's just one dirt road That takes me back to a honey hole A hundred year old White Oak tree Layin' shade on me Pickin' blackberries off the vine A Bobwhite whistling out through the pines I can't wait to walk those streets of gold But give me just one dirt road
Just one dirt road That takes me back to a honey hole A hundred year old White Oak tree Layin' shade on me Pickin' blackberries off the vine A Bobwhite whistling out through the pines I can't wait to walk those streets of gold But give me just one dirt road Just one ol' dirt road
Compositores: Jeremy Stover, Jamie Paulin, Justin R. Moore