If Heaven aint a lot like Dixie
I dont wanna go
If Heaven aint a lot like Dixie
Id just as soon stay home
I was one of the chosen few
To be born in Alabam
Im just like my Daddys son
Im proud of who I am
I went through a lot of good women
And shook old Jim Beams hand
If I never see the Pearly Gates
Ive walked through the promised land
If Heaven aint a lot like Dixie
I dont wanna go
If Heaven aint a lot like Dixie
Id just as soon stay home
If they dont 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
Ive got wild honey trees
And crazy little weeds
Growin around my shack
These dusty roads aint streets of gold
But Im a happy right where Im at
All these pretty little southern belles
Are a country boys dream
They aint got wings or halos
But theyre sure looking good to me
If Heaven aint a lot like Dixie
I dont wanna go
If Heaven aint a lot like Dixie
Id just as soon stay home
If they dont 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 aint a lot like Dixie
I dont wanna go
If Heaven aint a lot like Dixie
Id just as soon stay home
If Heaven aint a lot like Dixie
I dont wanna go
If Heaven aint a lot like Dixie
Id just as soon stay home
If they dont 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