Dixie Chicken

V-a:	I've seen the bright lights of Memphis, and the Commodore Hotel
And underneath the streetlamp, I met a southern belle

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V-b:	Well she took me to the river, where she cast her spell
And in that southern moonlight, she sang a song so well

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   C:	If you'll be my Dixie Chicken, I'll be your Tennessee lamb
And we can walk together down in Dixieland, down in Dixieland
 
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V-a:	Well we made all the hotspots, my money flowed like wine
And then that low﷓down southern whiskey, began to fog my mind

V-b:	And I don't remember church bells, or the money I put down
On the white picket fence and boardwalk, of the house at the edge of town

V-b:	Oh but boy do I remember, the strain of her refrain
And the nights we spent together, and the way she'd call my name

   C:	If you'll be my Dixie Chicken, I'll be your Tennessee lamb
And we can walk together down in Dixieland, down in Dixieland

V-a:	Well it's been a year since you ran away, yes that guitar player sure could play
She always liked to sing along, she's always handy with a song

V-b:	And then one night in the lobby, yeah, of the Commodore Hotel
I chanced to meet a bartender, who said he knew her well

V-b:	And as he handed me a drink, he began to hum a song
And all the boys there at the bar, began to sing along

   C:	If you'll be my Dixie Chicken, I'll be your Tennessee lamb
And we can walk together down in Dixieland, down in Dixieland



© 1973 Warner Brothers:: on their “Dixie Chickens”