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If Heaven Ain´t A Lot Like Dixie


[C]If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie [F]I don't [G7]wanna [C]go  
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie [F]I'd just as [G7]soon stay [C]home

I was one of the chosen few to be [F]born in [G7]Alab   [C]am  
I'm just alike my daddy's son I'm [F]proud of [G7]who I [C]am  
I went through a lot of good women shook old Jim Beam's [F]hand
If I never see the [C]pearly gates I've [G7]walked through the promised [C]land

If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie [F]I don't [G7]wanna [C]go  
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie [F]I'd just as [G7]soon stay [C]home
If they don't have a Grand Ole Opry like they do in Tennes[F]see  
Just send me to hell or [C]New York City it would [G7]be about the same to [C]me  

I've got wild honey trees and crazy little weeds [F]growing [G7]around my [C]shack
These dusty roads ain't streets of gold but I'm [F]happy right [G7]where I'm [C]at  
All these pretty little southern belles are a country boy's [F]dream
They ain't got wings or [C]halos but they're [G7]sure looking good to [C]me  

I was one of the chosen few to be [F]born in [G7]Alab   [C]am  
I'm just alike my daddy's son I'm [F]proud of [G7]who I [C]am  
I went through a lot of good women shook old Jim Beam's [F]hand
If I never see the [C]pearly gates I've [G7]walked through the promised [C]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

I was one of the chosen few to be born in Alabam
I'm just alike my daddy's son I'm proud of who I am
I went through a lot of good women 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 growing around my shack
These dusty roads ain't streets of gold but I'm 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

I was one of the chosen few to be born in Alabam
I'm just alike my daddy's son I'm proud of who I am
I went through a lot of good women shook old Jim Beam's hand
If I never see the pearly gates I've walked through the promised land

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