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 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 Or we can walk together down in Dixieland Down in Dixieland Well, we made all the hotspots My money flowed like wine Then the 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 On the house at the end 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 Tennessee lamb Or we can walk together down in Dixieland Down in Dixieland Well, it's been years since you ran away Yes, that banjo player sure could play She always liked to sing along She's handy with a song Then one night at 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 Or we can walk together down in Dixieland Down in Dixieland