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Intro: A A I ve seen the bright lights of Memphis, E and the Commodore Hotel E7 E E7 A And underneath a street lamp, I met a southern belle D A E Oh, she took me to the river, where she cast her spell E7 E E7 A And in that southern moonlight, she sang this song so well A E If you ll be my Dixie chicken I ll be your Tennessee lamb E7 E A D A And we can walk together down in Dixieland E7 A D A Down in Dixieland A A E We made all the hotspots, my money flowed like wine E7 E E7 A Then the low-down southern whiskey, yea, began to fog my mind D A E And I don t remember church bells, or the money I put down E7 E On the white picket fence and boardwalk E7 E A On the house at the end of town D A E Oh, but boy do I remember the strain of her refrain E7 E And the nights we spent together E7 E A And the way she called my name A E If you ll be my Dixie chicken I ll be your Tennessee lamb E7 E A D A And we can walk together down in Dixieland E7 A D A Down in Dixieland A A Well, 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 E But then one night at the lobby of the Commodore Hotel E7 E E7 E A I chanced to meet a bartender who said he knew her well D A E And as he handed me a drink he began to hum a song E7 E E7 E A And all the boys there, at the bar, began to sing along A E If you ll be my Dixie chicken I ll be your Tennessee lamb E7 E A D A And we can walk together down in Dixieland E7 A D A Down in Dixieland
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