Dixie Chicken
Little Feat


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I've seen the bright lights of Memphis and the Commodore Hotel
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And underneath a street lamp I met a southern belle
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Well, she took me to the river where she cast a spell
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And in that southern moonlight she sang this song so well

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If you'll be my Dixie chicken I'll be your Tennessee lamb
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And we can walk together Down in Dixieland Down in Dixieland

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Yeah well, we made all the hot spots my money flowed like wine
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And that low down southern whiskey began to fog my mind
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And I don't remember church bells or the money I put down
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On the white picket fence and boardwalk 
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Of the house at the edge of town
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Oh, but boy do I remember the strain of her refrain
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And the nights we spent together and the way she called my name

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If you'll be my Dixie chicken I'll be your Tennessee lamb
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And we can walk together Down in Dixieland Down in Dixieland
 
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Oh, well it's been a year since she ran away
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Guess that guitar player sure could play
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She always liked to sing along
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She's always handy with a song
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Then one night in the lobby of the Commodore Hotel
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I chanced to meet a bartender who said he knew her well
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And as he handed me a drink he began to hum a song
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And all the boys at the bar began to sing along

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If you'll be my Dixie chicken I'll be your Tennessee lamb
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And we can walk together Down in Dixieland Down in Dixieland