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Little Feat - Dixie Chicken I've seen the bright lights of Memphis And the Commodore Hotel And underneath a streetlamp I met a southern belle Well, she took me to the river Where she cast a spell And in that Southern moonlight She sang this song so well {Refrain} If you'll be my Dixie chicken I'll be your Tennessee lamb And we can walk together Down in Dixieland Down in Dixieland, whoa whoa whaoo 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 {Refrain} 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 at the bar Began to sing along {Refrain}
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