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