I've seen the bright lights of 
Memphis and the 
Commodore 
HotelAnd, underneath a street lamp 
I met a Southern 
BelleWell, 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 
LambAnd we can walk together down in 
DixielandDown in 
DixielandWell, 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 
LambAnd we can walk together down in 
DixielandDown in 
DixielandWell, 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 
HotelI 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 
LambAnd we can walk together down in 
DixielandDown in 
Dixieland