Well I've seen the bright lights of Memphis, the Commodore Hotel Yeah 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 this 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 hotspots, my money flowed like wine Then the golden southern whiskey began to cloud my mind And I don't remember church bells or the money I lay down Out on the white picket fence and Boardwalk on the house at the end of town 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 Now it's been a year since she went away Guess that guitar picker sure could play She always liked to sing along, guess he nabbed her with a song But then one night in the lobby, yea, of the Commodore Hotel I chanced to meet a bartender who said he knew her well And as he handed me a light, he hummed a little 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 Down in Dixieland Down in Dixieland