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