If heaven ain’t a lot like Dixie (intro)
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I don't
wanna go
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If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I'd just
as soon stay home
1. I was one
of the chosen few, to be born in Alabam',
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I'm just alike my daddy's son, I'm proud of
who I am.
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I went through a lot of good women, and
shook old Jim Beam's hand,
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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,
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if heaven
ain't a lot like Dixie, I'd just as soon stay home.
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If they
don't have a Grand Ole Opry, like they do in Tennessee,
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just send me
to hell or New York City, it would be about the same to me.
2. I've got
wild honey trees and crazy little weeds, growin' around my shack,
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these dusty roads ain't streets of gold,
but I'm a happy right where I'm at.
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All these pretty little southern belles are
a country boy's dream,
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they ain't got wings or halos, but they're
sure looking good to me. + CHORUS
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I don't
wanna go
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If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I'd just
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If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I don't
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If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I'd just
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If they don't have a Grand Ole Opry, like
they do in Tennessee,
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just send me to hell or New York City, it
would be about the same to me.