Dixie Chicken - Lowell George, Martin

    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

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