Dixie Chicken
By Little Feat
Tabbed By Larry Mofle
8/7/2011


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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
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Well, she took me to the river where she cast a spell
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And in that Southern moonlight she sang this song so well


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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, whoa whoa now


Yeah well, we made all the hot spots, my money flowed like wine
And 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
Oh, but boy do I remember the strain of her refrain
And the nights we spent together and the way she called my name


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Yeah, well it's been a year since she ran away, guess 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

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