Dixie Chicken Songtext
von Lowell George

I′ve seen the bright lights of Memphis
And the Commodore Hotel
And underneath the street lamp
I met a southern belle
She took me to the river, yeah
Where she cast her spell
And in that southern moonlight
She sang this song so well

If you'll be my Dixie chicken
I′ll be your Tennessee lamb
We can walk together down in Dixieland
Down in Dixieland, oh, oh


Well, we made all the hot spots
My money flowed like wine
And then that low down southern whiskey, yeah
Began to fog my mind
And I don't remember Churchville, yeah
Or the money I poured down
On the white picket fence and boardwalk
Of the house at the end of town
But boys, I remember
The sting of her refrain, yeah
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
We can walk together down in Dixieland
Down in Dixieland, oh, oh

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
There 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
We can walk together down in Dixieland
Down in Dixieland, oh, oh