If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I don't wanna go
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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',
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I'm just alike my daddy's son, I'm proud of who I am.
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I went through a lot of good women, and shook old Jim Beam's hand,
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If I never see the pearly gates, I've walked through the promised land.
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If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I don't wanna go,
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If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I'd just as soon stay home.
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If they don't have a Grand Ole Opry, like they do in Tennessee,
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Just send me to hell or New York City, it would be about the same to me.
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I've got wild honey trees and crazy little weeds, growin' around my shack,
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These dusty roads ain't streets of gold, but I'm a happy right where I'm at.
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All these pretty little southern belles are a country boy's dream,
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They ain't got wings or halos, but they're sure looking good to me. +
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If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I don't wanna go
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If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I'd just as soon stay home
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If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I don't wanna go
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If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I'd just as soon stay home
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If they don't have a Grand Ole Opry, like they do in Tennessee,
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just send me to hell or New York City, it would be about the same to me.
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If Heaven Ain't A Lot Like Dixie
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| Hank Williams, Jr. |
