Ive seen the bright lights of Memphis

And the Commodore Hotel

And underneath a street lamp, i met a southern belle

Oh she took me to the river, where she cast her spell

And in that southern moonlight, she sang this song so well



If youll be my Dixie chicken ill be your Tenessee lamb

And we can walk together down in Dixieland

Down in Dixieland



We made all the hotspots, my money flowed like wine

Then the low-down southern whiskey, yea, began to fog my mind

And i dont remember church bells, or the money i put down

On the white picket fence and boardwalk

On the house at the end 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



If youll be my Dixie chicken ill be your Tenessee lamb

And we can walk together down in Dixieland

Down in Dixieland



Many years since she ran away

Yes that guitar player sure could play

She always liked to sing along

She always handy with a song

But then one night at 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



If youll be my Dixie chicken ill be your Tenessee lamb

And we can walk together down in Dixieland

Down in Dixieland, Down in Dixieland