If 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   And 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'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 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      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      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 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