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 casts her spell

And in that southern moonlight, she sang the song so well

If you'll be my Dixie Chicken, I'll be your Tennessee Lamb

And we can walk together down in Dixieland

Down in Dixieland

Well, we made all the hot spots, my money flowed like wine

And then that lowdown 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

Oh, but boy do I remember the strain of her refrain

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

If you'll be my Dixie Chicken, I'll be your Tennessee Lamb

And we can walk together down in Dixieland

Down in Dixieland

Well, it's been a year since she ran away

Guess 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 sing along

If you'll be my Dixie Chicken, I'll be your Tennessee Lamb

And we can walk together down in Dixieland

Down in Dixieland