If Heaven Ain´t A Lot Like Dixie

C

F

G7

C

If heaven ain’t a lot like Dixie I don’t wanna go

F

G7

C

If heaven ain’t a lot like Dixie I’d just as soon stay home

F

G7

C

I was one of the chosen few to be born in Alab am

F

G7

C

I’m just alike my daddy’s son I’m proud of who I am

F

I went through a lot of good women shook old Jim Beam’s hand

C

G7

C

If I never see the pearly gates I’ve walked through the promised land

F

G7

C

If heaven ain’t a lot like Dixie I don’t wanna go

F

G7

C

If heaven ain’t a lot like Dixie I’d just as soon stay home

F

If they don’t have a Grand Ole Opry like they do in Tennessee

C

G7

C

Just send me to hell or New York City it would be about the same to me

F

G7

C

I’ve got wild honey trees and crazy little weeds growing around my shack

F

G7

C

These dusty roads ain’t streets of gold but I’m happy right where I’m at

F

All these pretty little southern belles are a country boy’s dream

C

G7

C

They ain’t got wings or halos but they’re sure looking good to me

F

G7

C