Dixie Chicken --- Lowell George
I see the
[G]bright
lights of Memphis, and the Commodore Ho-[D]tel.
Where underneath a
streetlamp, I met a Southern [G]Belle.
She
[C]took
me to the river, (and) [G]there
she cast her [D]spell;
Beneath that southern
moonlight, she sang her song so [G]well.
If you値l
[G]be
my Dixie chicken, I値l be your Tennessee
[D]lamb;
And we can walk
together, down in [G]Dix-[Am]ie-[G]land.
Down in
[G]Dix-[Am]ie-[G]land.
[G]We
made all the hot spots; my money flowed like
[D]wine.
禅il low-down southern
whiskey began to cloud my [G]mind.
[C]I
do not re-[G]member
the money I laid [D]down,
On a white picket-fenced
little cottage at the outskirts of [G]town.
[C]But
I do re-[G]member
the strain of her re-[D]frain;
And how she cooed so
softly, and how she called my [G]name.
If you値l
[G]be
my Dixie chicken, I値l be your Tennessee
[D]lamb;
And we can walk
together, down in [G]Dix-[Am]ie-[G]land.
Down in
[G]Dix-[Am]ie-[G]land.
It痴
[G]been
a year since she went away, man that guitar player he could
[D]play.
She was always handy with a
song and loved to sing a-[G]long.
[C]Then
one night in the [G]lobby
of the Commodore Ho-[D]tel,
I chanced to meet a
bartender who said that he knew her [G]well.
[C]And
as he mixed [G]me
a drink he began to hum a [D]song.
And all the boys there at
the bar began to sing a-[G]long.
If you値l
[G]be
my Dixie chicken, I値l be your Tennessee
[D]lamb;
And we can walk
together, down in [G]Dix-[Am]ie-[G]land.
Down in [G]Dix-[Am]ie-[G]land.