Dixie Chicken --- Lowell George
I see the [G]bright lights of Memphis, and the Commodore Ho-[D]tel.
Where underneath a streetlamp, I met a Southern [G]Belle.
She [C]took me to the river, (and) [G]there she cast her [D]spell;
Beneath that southern moonlight, she sang her song so [G]well.
If you値l [G]be my Dixie chicken, I値l be your Tennessee [D]lamb;
And we can walk together, down in [G]Dix-[Am]ie-[G]land.
Down in [G]Dix-[Am]ie-[G]land.
[G]We made all the hot spots; my money flowed like [D]wine.
禅il low-down southern whiskey began to cloud my [G]mind.
[C]I do not re-[G]member the money I laid [D]down,
On a white picket-fenced little cottage at the outskirts of [G]town.
[C]But I do re-[G]member the strain of her re-[D]frain;
And how she cooed so softly, and how she called my [G]name.
If you値l [G]be my Dixie chicken, I値l be your Tennessee [D]lamb;
And we can walk together, down in [G]Dix-[Am]ie-[G]land.
Down in [G]Dix-[Am]ie-[G]land.
It痴 [G]been a year since she went away, man that guitar player he could [D]play.
She was always handy with a song and loved to sing a-[G]long.
[C]Then one night in the [G]lobby of the Commodore Ho-[D]tel,
I chanced to meet a bartender who said that he knew her [G]well.
[C]And as he mixed [G]me a drink he began to hum a [D]song.
And all the boys there at the bar began to sing a-[G]long.
If you値l [G]be my Dixie chicken, I値l be your Tennessee [D]lamb;
And we can walk together, down in [G]Dix-[Am]ie-[G]land.
Down in [G]Dix-[Am]ie-[G]land.