If Heaven Ain’t a Lot Like Jackson

      If Heaven ain't a lot like Jackson, I don't wanna go
      If Heaven ain't a lot like Jackson, I'd just as soon stay home.

I was one of the chosen few to get a place to rent
I'm just a lucky son-of-a-gun. Not livin' in a tent.

I like to go to the Stagecoach Bar and shake ol' Bill Briggs' hand.
If I never see the Pearly Gates, I'm here in the Promised Land

      If Heaven ain't a lot like Jackson, I don't wanna go
      If Heaven ain't a lot like Jackson, I'd just as soon stay home.

I've got cottonwood trees and crazy little weeds, Growin' around my shack
These Jackson roads ain't streets of gold , But I'm happy right where I'm at.

All those bluebird powder days - are anybody's dream
I ain't got no million dollars, but the life here's good for me.

      If Heaven ain't a lot like Jackson, I don't wanna go.
      If Heaven ain't a lot like Jackson, I'd just as soon stay home.

If they don't have a Hootenanny, of Moose, Wyoming fame
Just send me to Hell - or New York City. To me, they're about the same.

(Alt: you could say "Salt Lake City")
(Parody of same song, about Dixie, by Hank Williams Jr., author :Maddox)

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