If Heaven Ain't A Lot Like Dixie

If Heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I don't wanna go

If Heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I'd just as soon stay home

I was one of the chosen few to be born in Alabam'

I'm just like my Daddy's son

I'm proud of who I am

I went through a lot of good women

And shook old Jim Beam's hand

If I never see the Pearly Gates

I've walked through the promised land

If Heaven ain't a lot like Dixie I don't wanna go

If Heaven ain't a lot like Dixie I'd just as soon stay home

If they don't have a Grand Ole Opry like they do in Tennessee

Just send me to Hell or New York City

It would be about the same to me

I've got wild honey trees and crazy little weeds

Growin' around my shack

These dusty roads ain't streets of gold

But I'm a happy right where I'm at

All these pretty little southern belles are a country boy's dream

They ain't got wings or halos but they're sure looking good to me

If Heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I don't wanna go

If Heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I'd just as soon stay home

If they don't have a Grand Ole Opry like they do in Tennessee

Just send me to Hell or New York City

It would be about the same to me

If Heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I don't wanna go

If Heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I'd just as soon stay home

If Heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I don't wanna go

If Heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I'd just as soon stay home

If they don't have a Grand Ole Opry like they do in Tennessee

Just send me to Hell or New York City

It would be about the same to me