Just heard a fun little song, first time ever, on the radio -- catchy beat. . .

I've seen the bright lights of Memphis And the Commodore Hotel
And underneath a street lamp I met a Southern belle Well she took me to the river, where she cast her spell And in that Southern moonlight, she sang a song so well

If you'll be my dixie chicken, I'll be your Tennessee lamb And we can walk together down in dixieland Down in dixieland

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 church bells or the money I put down On the white picket fence and boardwalk of the house at the edge of town But boy do I remember the strain of her refrain 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 dixieland Down in dixieland

Well it's been a year since she ran away Yes 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 sign along

If you'll be my dixie chicken, I'll be your Tennessee lamb And we can walk together down in dixieland Down in dixieland

If you want to play the song & sing along: https://songmeanings.com/songs/view/3530822107858522450/


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