[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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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
D A E
Well, she took me to the river where she cast her spell
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And in that southern moonlight she sang this song so well
[Chorus]
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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
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Down in Dixieland
[Piano Solo]
D G D E
[Verse 2]
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Well, we made all the hotspots, my money flowed likе wine
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Then the lowdown southеrn whiskey, began to fog my mind
C D A E
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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On the house at the end of town
[Pre-Chorus]
D A E
Oh, do I remember the strain of her refrain
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And nights we spent together
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And the way she called my name
[Chorus]
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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
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Down in Dixieland
[Guitar Solo]
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[Verse 3]
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Many years since she ran away
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Guess that banjo player sure could play
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She always liked to sing along
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She’s handy with a song
D A E
But 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
D A E
As he handed me a drink he began to hum a song
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And all the boys there at the bar began to sing along
[Chorus]
A E
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
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Down in Dixieland
[Outro]
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[Intro]
A
[Verse 1]
A E
I’ve seen the bright lights of Memphis and the Commodore Hotel
A
And underneath a street lamp, I met a southern belle
D A E
Well, she took me to the river where she cast her spell
A
And in that southern moonlight she sang this song so well
[Chorus]
A E
If you’ll be my Dixie chicken I’ll be your Tennessee lamb
A
And we can walk together down in Dixieland
A
Down in Dixieland
[Piano Solo]
D G D E
[Verse 2]
A E
Well, we made all the hotspots, my money flowed likе wine
A
Then the lowdown southеrn whiskey, began to fog my mind
C D A E
And I don’t remember church bells or the money I put down
E
On the white picket fence and boardwalk
C
On the house at the end of town
[Pre-Chorus]
D A E
Oh, do I remember the strain of her refrain
E
And nights we spent together
A
And the way she called my name
[Chorus]
A E
If you’ll be my Dixie chicken I’ll be your Tennessee lamb
A
And we can walk together down in Dixieland
A
Down in Dixieland
[Guitar Solo]
A
[Verse 3]
A
Many years since she ran away
E
Guess that banjo player sure could play
E
She always liked to sing along
A
She’s handy with a song
D A E
But then one night in the lobby of the Commodore Hotel
A
I chanced to meet a bartender who said he knew her well
D A E
As he handed me a drink he began to hum a song
A
And all the boys there at the bar began to sing along
[Chorus]
A E
If you’ll be my Dixie chicken I’ll be your Tennessee lamb
A
And we can walk together down in Dixieland
A
Down in Dixieland
[Outro]
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