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 Alabama
I'm just alike 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 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

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