Written by Bill Maddox/D. Moore
F Bb C7 F If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I don't wanna go F Bb C7 F If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I'd just as soon stay home F Bb C7 F I was one of the chosen few, to be born in Alabam' Bb C7 F I'm just alike my daddy's son, I'm proud of who I am Bb I went through a lot of good women, shook old Jim Beam's hand F C7 F If I never see the pearly gates, I've walked through the promised landF Bb C7 F I've got wild honey trees and crazy little weeds, growin' around my shack Bb C7 F These dusty roads ain't streets of gold, but I'ma happy right where I'm at Bb All these pretty little southern belles are a country boy's dream F C7 F They ain't got wings or halos, but they're sure looking good to me {CHORUS} F Bb C7 F If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I don't wanna go F Bb C7 F If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I«d just as soon stay home (REAPETED) F Bb C7 F If they don't have a Grand Ole Opry, like they do in Tennessee C7 F Just send me to hell or New York City, it would be about the same to meF Bb C7 F If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I don't wanna go Bb C7 F If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I'd just as soon stay home Bb If they don't have a Grand Ole Opry, like they do in Tennessee F C7 F Just send me to hell or New York City, it would be about the same to me
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