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I've seen the bright lights of |
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Memphis and the |
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Commodore |
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HotelAnd, underneath a street lamp |
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I met a Southern |
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BelleWell, she took me to the river where she cast her spell |
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And, in that southern moonlight she sang the song so well |
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If you'll be my |
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Dixie Chicken, |
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I'll be your |
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Tennessee |
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LambAnd we can walk together down in |
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DixielandDown in |
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DixielandWell, we made all the hot spots - my money flowed like wine |
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And then that lowdown southern whiskey began to fog my mind |
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And I don't remember church bells or the money |
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I put down |
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On the white picket fence and boardwalk of the house at the edge of town |
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Oh, but boy do |
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I remember the strain of her refrain |
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And the nights we spent together, and the way she called my name |
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If you'll be my |
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Dixie Chicken, |
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I'll be your |
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Tennessee |
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LambAnd we can walk together down in |
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DixielandDown in |
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DixielandWell, it's been a year since she ran away - guess that guitar player sure could play |
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She always liked to sing along - she's always handy with a song |
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Then one night in the lobby of the |
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Commodore |
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HotelI chanced to meet a bartender who said he knew her well |
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And as he handed me a drink he began to hum a song |
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And all the boys there at the bar began to sing along |
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If you'll be my |
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Dixie Chicken, |
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I'll be your |
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Tennessee |
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LambAnd we can walk together down in |
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DixielandDown in |
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Dixieland |
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