Dixie Chicken

I've seen the bright lights of Memphis And the Commodore Hotel And underneath a street lamp, I met a southern belle Oh, she took me to the river, where she cast her spell And in that southern moonlight, she sang this 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 hotspots, my money flowed like wine Then the lowdown southern whiskey, yea, 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 On the house at the end 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 Many years since she ran away Guess that guitar player sure could play She always liked to sing along She's always handy with a song But then one night in the lobby, yea, 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, down in Dixieland