Tom: F
F Bb C7 F
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I don't wanna go
F Bb C7 F
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I'd just as soon stay home
F Bb C7 F
I was one of the chosen few, to be born in Alabam'
Bb C7 F
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
F C7 F
If I never see the pearly gates, I've walked through the promised land
F Bb C7 F
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I don't wanna go
Bb C7 F
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
F C7 F
Just send me to hell or New York City, it would be about the same to me
F Bb C7 F
I've got wild honey trees and crazy little weeds, growin' around my shack
Bb C7 F
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
F C7 F
They ain't got wings or halos, but they're sure looking good to me
