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