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 a song so well

If you'll be my dixie chicken,

I'll be your Tenessee lamb

And we can walk together down in dixieland

Down in dixieland

Well we made all the hot spots.

My money flowed like wine

Then that 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

of the house at the edge 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 Tenessee lamb

And we can walk together down in dixieland

Down in dixieland

Well it's been a year since she ran away

Yes that guitar player sure could play

She always liked to sing along

She's always handy with a song

Then one night in 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 Tenessee lamb

And we can walk together down in dixieland

Down in dixieland

Subject: DIXIE CHICKEN

The rythm you will have to find on your own. The only way I can describe it is (bump bump ba-dump bump). I learn this from a friend of mine who put his on a record.

Dixie Chicken Lowell George Capo 2 to play with record

Intro F# --> G D I�ve seen the bright lights of Memphis and the Commodore Hotel

and underneath a street lamp I met a southern belle Bb B 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 Bb B G D If you�ll be my Dixie Chicken, I�ll be your Tennessee Lamb G C G And we can walk together down in Dixieland Bb B G C G Down in Dixieland

VAMP G C G D Dsus

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 don�t 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, it�s 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