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Intro
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I've seen the bright lights of Memphis and the Commodore Hotel
and underneath a street lamp I met a southern belle
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And she took me to the river and there she cast her spell
and underneath the moonlight she sang this song so well
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If you'll be my Dixie Chicken, I''ll be your Tennessee Lamb
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And we can walk together down in Dixieland
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Down in Dixieland
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Well, we hit all the hot spots, my money flowed like wine
And that low down southern whiskey, it began to fog my mind
And I don't remember church bells or the money I put down
Or the white picket fence and boardwalk or the House at the edge of town
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Well, it's been a year since she went away,
Yes that guitar player should could play
She always like to sing along, always handy with a song
Then one night in 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
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