Justin Moore - One dirt road

^CI know where I'm going When I'm do^Fne here on this earth Go^Cd's building me a mansion Where no^Gne of us will hurt ^CI'll see ol' St. Peter Swing w^Fide those pearly gates ^CI don't mean to sound ungrateful But Go^Gd I hope and pray

^CThere's just one dirt road That takes me b^Dmack to a honey hole A hundred y^Fear old white oak tree ^GLayin' shade on me Pickin' b^Clackberries off the vine A Bobwhite wh^Dmistling out through the pines I can'^Ft wait to walk those streets of g^Gold

^CHang up mama's clothesline ^FBetween those two pine trees Lay some rou^Cnd bales in a hay field And a br^Gidge across the creek Let it wi^Cnd past that white church Where I g^Fave my soul to you A^Cnd dead end at Granny's house ^GAmen I'm through

^CThere's just one dirt road That takes me b^Dmack to a honey hole A hundred y^Fear old white oak tree ^GLayin' shade on me Pickin' b^Clackberries off the vine A Bobwhite wh^Dmistling out through the pines I can'^Ft wait to walk those streets of g^Gold

^CJust one dirt road That takes me b^Dmack to a honey hole A hundred y^Fear old white oak tree ^GLayin' shade on me Pickin' b^Clackberries off the vine A Bobwhite wh^Dmistling out through the pines I can'^Ft wait to walk those streets of g^Gold