If Heaven Aint A Lot Like Dixie
Hank WilliamsVersion1
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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
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
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Readable chord sheet for If Heaven Aint A Lot Like Dixie by Hank Williams
If h[F]eaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb]I don't [C7]wanna [F]go If h[F]eaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb]I'd just as s[C7]oon stay h[F]ome [F]I was one of the chosen few, to be b[Bb]orn in A[C7]laba[F]m' I'm just alike my daddy's son, I'm p[Bb]roud of w[C7]ho I [F]am I went through a lot of good women, shook old Jim Beam's [Bb]hand If I never see the p[F]early gates, I've w[C7]alked through the promised l[F]and : [F]If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb]I don't w[C7]anna [F]go If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb]I'd just as s[C7]oon stay h[F]ome If they don't have a Grand Ole Opry, like they do in Tenness[Bb]ee Just send me to hell or N[F]ew York City, it would [C7]be about the same to m[F]e [F]I've got wild honey trees and crazy little weeds, g[Bb]rowin' ar[C7]ound my sh[F]ack These dusty roads ain't streets of gold, but I'ma h[Bb]appy right wh[C7]ere I'm [F] at All these pretty little southern belles are a country boy's dr[Bb]eam They ain't got wings or h[F]alos, but they're s[C7]ure looking good to m[F]e If h[F]eaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb]I don't w[C7]anna g[F]o If h[F]eaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb]I«d jus[C7]t as soon [F]stay home (REAPETED) If they d[F]on't have a Grand Ole Opry, like they [Bb]do in [C7]Tenness[F]ee Just send me to hell or New York City, it would [C7]be about the same to m[F]e