Lowell George, Martin Kibbee)



I seen the bright lights of Memphis

And the Commodore Hotel

And it was there beneath the streetlamp

Where I met a southern belle

Well she took me to the river

Where she cast her spell

And it was 'neath that Memphis moonlight

She sang this 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



We hit all the hotspots

My money flowed like wine

Till the lowdown southern whiskey

Began to fog my mind

Well I don't remember church bells

Or the money I put down

On the white picket fence and boardwalk

At the house on the edge of town

Now but boy do I remember

The strain of her refrain

And the nights we spent together

And the way she called my name



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



It's been a year since she ran away

Guess that guitar player sure could play

She always liked to sing along

He was always handy with a song

Then one night in the lobby

Of the Commodore Hotel

I by chance met 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 Tennessee lamb

And we can walk together

Down in Dixie land

Down in Dixie land



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