Chords for If Heaven Ain't A Lot Like Dixie
Tempo:
73.85 bpm
Chords used:
F
Bb
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I [F] don't want to go.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I'd just as soon stay home.
I was one of the chosen [Bb] few to be [C] born in [F] Alabama.
I'm just like my daddy's [Bb] son, I'm proud [C] of who [F] I am.
I've went through a lot of good women, shook old [Bb] Jim Beam's hand.
If I never [F] see the pearly [C] gates, I will walk through the [F] promised land.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] I don't [F] want to go.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] I'd [C] just as soon [F] stay home.
If they don't have a grand old opry like they do [Bb] in Tennessee,
Just send me to [F] hell or New York [C] City, it would be about the [F] same to me.
I got wild honey trees and crazy little weeds [Bb] growing [F] around my shack.
These dusty roads ain't streets of gold, [Bb] but I'm a [C] happy right [F] where I'm at.
All these pretty little southern bells are a country boy [Bb] dream.
They ain't got [F] wings or halos, but they [C] sure looking [F] good to me.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] I [C] don't [F] want to go.
If heaven ain't a lot like [Bb] Dixie, [C] I'd just as [F] soon stay home.
If they don't have a grand old opry like they do down in [Bb] Tennessee,
Just send me to [F] hell or New York City, [C] it would be about the same [F] to me.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] I [C] don't [F] want to go.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] I'd just [F] as soon stay home.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] [C] I don't [F] want to go.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] I'd [C] just as soon [F] stay home.
If they don't have a grand old opry [Bb] like they [C] do down in [F] Tennessee,
Just send me to hell or New York City, [Bb] it would be [C] about the [F] same to me.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I'd just as soon stay home.
I was one of the chosen [Bb] few to be [C] born in [F] Alabama.
I'm just like my daddy's [Bb] son, I'm proud [C] of who [F] I am.
I've went through a lot of good women, shook old [Bb] Jim Beam's hand.
If I never [F] see the pearly [C] gates, I will walk through the [F] promised land.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] I don't [F] want to go.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] I'd [C] just as soon [F] stay home.
If they don't have a grand old opry like they do [Bb] in Tennessee,
Just send me to [F] hell or New York [C] City, it would be about the [F] same to me.
I got wild honey trees and crazy little weeds [Bb] growing [F] around my shack.
These dusty roads ain't streets of gold, [Bb] but I'm a [C] happy right [F] where I'm at.
All these pretty little southern bells are a country boy [Bb] dream.
They ain't got [F] wings or halos, but they [C] sure looking [F] good to me.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] I [C] don't [F] want to go.
If heaven ain't a lot like [Bb] Dixie, [C] I'd just as [F] soon stay home.
If they don't have a grand old opry like they do down in [Bb] Tennessee,
Just send me to [F] hell or New York City, [C] it would be about the same [F] to me.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] I [C] don't [F] want to go.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] I'd just [F] as soon stay home.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] [C] I don't [F] want to go.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] I'd [C] just as soon [F] stay home.
If they don't have a grand old opry [Bb] like they [C] do down in [F] Tennessee,
Just send me to hell or New York City, [Bb] it would be [C] about the [F] same to me.
Key:
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If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I [F] don't want to go.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I'd just as soon stay home. _
_ _ _ _ I was one of the chosen [Bb] few to be [C] born in [F] Alabama.
_ I'm just like my daddy's [Bb] son, I'm proud [C] of who [F] I am.
I've went through a lot of good women, shook old [Bb] Jim Beam's hand.
If I never [F] see the pearly [C] gates, I will walk through the [F] promised land.
_ If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] I don't [F] want to go.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] I'd [C] just as soon [F] stay home.
If they don't have a grand old opry like they do [Bb] in Tennessee,
Just send me to [F] hell or New York [C] City, it would be about the [F] same to me.
I got wild honey trees and crazy little weeds [Bb] growing [F] around my shack.
These dusty roads ain't streets of gold, [Bb] but I'm a [C] happy right [F] where I'm at.
All these pretty little southern bells are a country boy [Bb] dream.
They ain't got [F] wings or halos, but they [C] sure looking [F] good to me.
_ If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] I [C] don't [F] want to go.
If heaven ain't a lot like [Bb] Dixie, [C] I'd just as [F] soon stay home.
If they don't have a grand old opry like they do down in [Bb] Tennessee,
Just send me to [F] hell or New York City, [C] it would be about the same [F] to me.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] I [C] don't [F] want to go.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] I'd just [F] as soon stay home.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] [C] I don't [F] want to go.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] I'd [C] just as soon [F] stay home.
If they don't have a grand old opry [Bb] like they [C] do down in [F] Tennessee,
Just send me to hell or New York City, [Bb] it would be [C] about the [F] same to me. _ _ _ _ _ _
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I'd just as soon stay home. _
_ _ _ _ I was one of the chosen [Bb] few to be [C] born in [F] Alabama.
_ I'm just like my daddy's [Bb] son, I'm proud [C] of who [F] I am.
I've went through a lot of good women, shook old [Bb] Jim Beam's hand.
If I never [F] see the pearly [C] gates, I will walk through the [F] promised land.
_ If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] I don't [F] want to go.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] I'd [C] just as soon [F] stay home.
If they don't have a grand old opry like they do [Bb] in Tennessee,
Just send me to [F] hell or New York [C] City, it would be about the [F] same to me.
I got wild honey trees and crazy little weeds [Bb] growing [F] around my shack.
These dusty roads ain't streets of gold, [Bb] but I'm a [C] happy right [F] where I'm at.
All these pretty little southern bells are a country boy [Bb] dream.
They ain't got [F] wings or halos, but they [C] sure looking [F] good to me.
_ If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] I [C] don't [F] want to go.
If heaven ain't a lot like [Bb] Dixie, [C] I'd just as [F] soon stay home.
If they don't have a grand old opry like they do down in [Bb] Tennessee,
Just send me to [F] hell or New York City, [C] it would be about the same [F] to me.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] I [C] don't [F] want to go.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] I'd just [F] as soon stay home.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] [C] I don't [F] want to go.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] I'd [C] just as soon [F] stay home.
If they don't have a grand old opry [Bb] like they [C] do down in [F] Tennessee,
Just send me to hell or New York City, [Bb] it would be [C] about the [F] same to me. _ _ _ _ _ _