If Heaven Ain't A Lot Like Dixie
Composer(s): Bill Maddox; D. Moore
Performer(s): Hank Williams Jr.; Distillery Dave



If Heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I don't wanna go
If Heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I'd just as soon stay home

I was one of the chosen few to be born in Alabam'
I'm just alike my Daddy, son, I'm proud of who I am
I went through a lot of good women, shook old Jim Beam's hand
If I never see the pearly gates, I've walked through the promised land

If Heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I don't wanna go
If Heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I'd just as soon stay home
If they don't have a Grand Old Opry, like they do in Tennessee
Just send me to Hell or New York City, it would be 'bout the same to me

I got wild honey trees and crazy little weeds, growin' around my shack
These dusty roads ain't streets of gold, but I'm-a happy right where I'm at
All these pretty little Southern belles are a country boy's dream
They ain't got wings or halos, but they're sure lookin' good to me

If Heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I don't wanna go
If Heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I'd just as soon stay home
If they don't have a Grand Old Opry, like they do down in Tennessee
Just send me to Hell or New York City, it would be 'bout the same to me

If Heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I don't wanna go
If Heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I'd just as soon stay home

If Heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I don't wanna go
If Heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I'd just as soon stay home

If they ain't got a Grand Old Opry, like they do in Tennessee
Just send me to Hell or New York City, it would be 'bout the same to me