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’s 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 Ole Opry like they do in Tennessee Just send me to hell or New York City it would be about the same to me I’ve got wild honey trees and crazy little weeds growin’ around my shack These dusty roads ain’t streets of gold but I’ma 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 looking good to me CHORUS 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 (REAPETED) If they don’t 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