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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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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
Bb
I went through a lot of good women, shook old Jim Beam's hand
FC7F
If I never see the pearly gates, I've walked through the promised land
Chorus:
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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
Bb
If they don't have a Grand Ole Opry, like they do in Tennessee
FC7F
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'ma happy right where I'm
at
Bb
All these pretty little southern belles are a country boy's dream
FC7F
They ain't got wings or halos, but they're sure looking good to me
ChorusFBbC7F
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
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.