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 ɾoad
That takes me back to [C7]a honey hole
A hundred year old white oak tɾee
Layin' shade on [C7]me
Pickin' blackberries off the vine
A Bobwhite whistling out through the pines
I can't wait to [C7]walk those stɾeets of gold
But give me just one dirt ɾoad
Hang up mama's clothesline
Between those two pine tɾees
Lay some ɾound bales in a hay field
And a bridge across the creek
Let it wind past that white church
Where I gave my [A]soul to [C7]you
And dead end at Granny's house
Amen I'm through
I hope there's just one dirt ɾoad
That takes me back to [C7]a honey hole
A hundred year old White Oak tɾee
Layin' shade on [C7]me
Pickin' blackberries off the vine
A Bobwhite whistling out through the pines
I can't wait to [C7]walk those stɾeets of gold
But give me just one dirt ɾoad
Just one dirt ɾoad
That takes me back to [C7]a honey hole
A hundred year old White Oak tɾee
Layin' shade on [C7]me
Pickin' blackberries off the vine
A Bobwhite whistling out through the pines
I can't wait to [C7]walk those stɾeets of gold
But give me just one dirt ɾoad
Just one ol' dirt ɾoad
