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 this song so well
If you'll be my Dixie chicken
I'll be your Tennessee lamb
Or we can walk together down in Dixieland
Down in Dixieland
Well, we made all the hotspots
My money flowed like wine
Then the low-down 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
On the house at the end of town
But boy, do I remember
The strain of her refrain
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
Or we can walk together down in Dixieland
Down in Dixieland
Well, it's been years since you ran away
Yes, that banjo player sure could play
She always liked to sing along
She's handy with a song
Then one night at 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
Or we can walk together down in Dixieland
Down in Dixieland
