Dixie Chicken

I've seen the bright lights of Memphis

And the Commodore Hotel

And underneath a street lamp I met a Southern belle

Well she took me to the river, where she cast her spell

And in that Southern moonlight, she sang a song so well

If you'll be my dixie chicken, I'll be your Tenessee lamb

And we can walk together down in dixieland

Down in dixieland



Well we made all the hot spots. My money flowed like wine

Then that low down Southern whiskey began to fog my mind

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

But boy do I remember the strain of her refrain

The nights we spent together, and the way she called my name



If you'll be my dixie chicken, I'll be your Tenessee lamb

And we can walk together down in dixieland

Down in dixieland



Well it's been a year since she ran away

Yes that guitar player sure could play

She always liked to sing along

She's always handy with a song

Then one night in the lobby of the Commodore Hotel

I chanced to meet a bartender who said he knew her well

And as he handed me a drink he began to hum a song

And all the boys there, at the bar, began to sign along



If you'll be my dixie chicken, I'll be your Tenessee lamb

And we can walk together down in dixieland

Down in dixieland