G G# D# Iʼve seen the bright lights of Memphis and the Commodore Hotel and underneath a street lamp I met a southern belle B C C# G# D# And she took me to the river and there she cast her spell and underneath the moonlight she sang this song so well Chorus: B C G# D# If youʼll be my Dixie Chicken, Iʼʼll be your Tennessee Lamb G# C# G# And we can walk together down in Dixieland B C G# C# G# Down in Dixieland G# C# G# D# Well, we hit all the hot spots, my money flowed like wine And that low down southern whiskey, it began to fog my mind And I donʼt remember church bells or the money I put down Or the white picket fence and boardwalk or the House at the edge of town Chorus. Well, itʼs been a year since she went away, Yes that guitar player should could play She always like to sing along, always handy with a song Then one night in 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
