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
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 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