Dixie Chicken - John Sebastian

I seen the bright lights of Memphis

and the Commodore Hotel

And underneath a street lamp

I met a southern belle

She took me to the river

It was there she cast her spell

And in that Southern moonlight

she sang her song so well

If you’ll be my Dixie Chicken

I’ll be your Tennessee lamb

And we can walk together

down in Dixie-Land

Down in Dixie-Land

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 chuch-bells

or the house on the edge of twon

With the white picket fence and boardwalk

or the money I put down

But boy, do I remember

the strain of her refrain

And the nights we spent together

And the promise that we made

It’s been a year she ran away

I guess that guitar player sure could play

He was always handy with a song

I guess she liked to sing along

Cause leter on 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 down at the bar

began to sing along