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