Early one Sunday morning, I heard a word from the preacher man
He said, be sweeter to your mamas, and love your neighbor like you know you can
Cause there's a place I know called heaven, that someday you may want to go
They never get tired or sick up there, and their streets are made of gold
I said, well preacher, see I'm the son of a southern man
Raised up good in the yellow sunshine, working hard in the mud and the sand
And I do believe in you
And I do believe in the fella upstairs, and I will till I'm gray and old
But to tell you the truth, I'm a little concerned about these streets made of gold
Yeah, I have just one simple request in mind
And reverend, if you would ever be so kind
As to send a message up there on my behalf
It ain't much to ask
There is good God almighty, I beg you please
Just perform out there
Turn them streets of gold
To dirt roads of red
Now there are very few things in this life that turn me up, turn me on
I sure love the touch of a good looking woman
The smell of a fresh cut lawn
And I'm a tax plain citizen, damn good fisherman
Lord knows I'd never impose
But on that day when I make it to heaven
I'm gonna walk down a red dirt road
Yeah, I have just one simple request in mind
And reverend, if you would ever be so kind
As to send a message up there on my behalf
It ain't much to ask
There is good God almighty, I beg you please
Just perform out there
To dirt roads of red
Turn them streets of gold
To dirt roads of red
Ah, come on now, will you?
To dirt roads of red

Yeah, I have just one simple request in mind
Reverend, if you would ever be so kind
As to send a message up there on my behalf
It ain't much to ask
And please, good God almighty, I beg you please
Before I let you turn them streets of gold
To dirt roads of red
Turn them streets of gold
To dirt roads of red
To dirt roads of red