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 the 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

And then that lowdown 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




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 - 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





If you'll be my Dixie Chicken, I'll be your Tennessee Lamb

And we can walk together down in Dixieland


Down in Dixieland