4 acessos
I know where I am going
And I am done here on this Earth
God's building me a mansion where none of us will hurt
I will see old Saint Peter swing wide those pearly gates
I don't mean to sound ungrateful but God I hope and pray
There is just one dirt road
It takes me back to a honey hole
A hundred-year-old wattle tree
Laying shade on me
Picking blackberries off the vines
Above that wasteland and through that palms
I can't wait to walk those streets of gold
But give me just one dirt road
Hang up mamma's cloth line between those two palm trees
Place some round bells in a hay field
And a bridge 'cross click
Let it wind past that old church where I gave my soul to you
And then end at granny's house, amen I am through
I hope there is just one dirt road
It takes me back to a honey hole
A hundred-year-old wattle tree
Laying shade on me
Picking blackberries off the vines
Above that wasteland and through that palms
I can't wait to walk those streets of gold
But give me just one dirt road