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A
I’ve seen the bright lights of Memphis,
E
and the Commodore Hotel
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E
And underneath a street lamp,
E7
A
I met a southern belle
D
A
Oh, she took me to the river, where,
E
where she cast her spell
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E
And in that southern moonlight,
E7
A
she sang this song so well
A~C~
D~E
A
If – you’ll be my Dixie chicken
E
I’ll be your Tennessee lamb
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E
And we can walk together
A
D~E
A
down in Dix ie land
A~C~
D~E
A
D~E
A
Down in Dix ie land
A
A
We made all the hotspots,
E
my money flowed like wine
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E
Then the low-down southern whiskey,
E7
A
yea, began to fog my mind
D
A
And I don’t remember church bells,
E
or the money I put down
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E
On the white picket fence and boardwalk
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E
A
On the house at the end of town
D
A
Oh, but boy do I remember
E
the strain of her refrain
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E
And the nights we spent together
E7
E
A
And the way she called my name
A~C~
D~E
A
If – you’ll be my Dixie chicken
E
I’ll be your Tennessee lamb
E7
E
And we can walk together
A
D~E
A
down in Dix ie land
A~C~
D~E
A
D~E
A
Down in Dix ie land
A
A
Yeah Well ther’s many years since she ran away
E
Yes that guitar player sure could play
E7
E
She always liked to sing along
E7
E
A
She always handy with a song
D
A
But then one night at the lobby
E
of the Commodore Hotel
E7
E
I chanced to meet a bartender
E7
E
A
who said he knew her well
D
A
And as he handed me a drink
E
he began to hum a song
E7
E
And all the boys there,
E7
E
A
at the bar, began to sing along
A~C~
D~E
A
If – you’ll be my Dixie chicken
E
I’ll be your Tennessee lamb
E7
E
And we can walk together
A
D~E
A
down in Dix ie land
A~C~
D~E
A
D~E
A
Down in Dix ie land
A
A~C~
A
D~E
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