Chords for If Heaven Ain't A Lot Like Dixie
Tempo:
78 bpm
Chords used:
F
Bb
C
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I don't wanna [Bm] go.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [F] 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 [C] proud of [F] who 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] [C] I don't [F] wanna go.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] [C] I'd just as [F] soon stay home.
If they don't have a grand old lottery like they do in [Bb] Tennessee,
Guessing 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 [Bb] weeds [F] growing 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 [Bb] boy's dream.
They ain't got [F] wings or [C] halos, but they sure looking [F] good to me.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] I [C] don't [F] wanna go.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] [C] I'd just as [F] soon stay home.
If they don't have a grand old lottery like they do down in [Bb] Tennessee,
Guessing me to [F] hell or New York [C] City, it would be about the [F] same to me.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] [C] I don't [F] wanna go.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] [C] I'd just as [F] soon stay home.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] [C] I don't [F] wanna go.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] [C] I'd just as [F] soon stay home.
If they don't have a grand old lottery [Bb] like they [C] do down in [F] Tennessee,
Guessing me to hell or New York [Bb] City, it would [C] be about the [F] same to me.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [F] 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 [C] proud of [F] who 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] [C] I don't [F] wanna go.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] [C] I'd just as [F] soon stay home.
If they don't have a grand old lottery like they do in [Bb] Tennessee,
Guessing 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 [Bb] weeds [F] growing 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 [Bb] boy's dream.
They ain't got [F] wings or [C] halos, but they sure looking [F] good to me.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] I [C] don't [F] wanna go.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] [C] I'd just as [F] soon stay home.
If they don't have a grand old lottery like they do down in [Bb] Tennessee,
Guessing me to [F] hell or New York [C] City, it would be about the [F] same to me.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] [C] I don't [F] wanna go.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] [C] I'd just as [F] soon stay home.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] [C] I don't [F] wanna go.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] [C] I'd just as [F] soon stay home.
If they don't have a grand old lottery [Bb] like they [C] do down in [F] Tennessee,
Guessing me to hell or New York [Bb] City, it would [C] be about the [F] same to me.
Key:
F
Bb
C
Bm
F
Bb
C
Bm
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I don't wanna [Bm] go.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [F] 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 [C] proud of [F] who 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] [C] I don't [F] wanna go.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] [C] I'd just as [F] soon stay home.
If they don't have a grand old lottery like they do in [Bb] Tennessee, _
Guessing 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 [Bb] weeds [F] growing 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 [Bb] boy's dream.
They ain't got [F] wings or [C] halos, but they sure looking [F] good to me.
_ If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] I [C] don't [F] wanna go.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] [C] I'd just as [F] soon stay home.
If they don't have a grand old lottery like they do down in [Bb] Tennessee,
_ Guessing me to [F] hell or New York [C] City, it would be about the [F] same to me.
_ If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] [C] I don't [F] wanna go.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] [C] I'd just as [F] soon stay home.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] [C] I don't [F] wanna go.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] [C] I'd just as [F] soon stay home.
If they don't have a grand old lottery [Bb] like they [C] do down in [F] Tennessee,
Guessing me to hell or New York [Bb] City, it would [C] be about the [F] same to me. _ _
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [F] 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 [C] proud of [F] who 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] [C] I don't [F] wanna go.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] [C] I'd just as [F] soon stay home.
If they don't have a grand old lottery like they do in [Bb] Tennessee, _
Guessing 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 [Bb] weeds [F] growing 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 [Bb] boy's dream.
They ain't got [F] wings or [C] halos, but they sure looking [F] good to me.
_ If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] I [C] don't [F] wanna go.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] [C] I'd just as [F] soon stay home.
If they don't have a grand old lottery like they do down in [Bb] Tennessee,
_ Guessing me to [F] hell or New York [C] City, it would be about the [F] same to me.
_ If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] [C] I don't [F] wanna go.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] [C] I'd just as [F] soon stay home.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] [C] I don't [F] wanna go.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, [Bb] [C] I'd just as [F] soon stay home.
If they don't have a grand old lottery [Bb] like they [C] do down in [F] Tennessee,
Guessing me to hell or New York [Bb] City, it would [C] be about the [F] same to me. _ _