Song | Dixie Chicken |
Artist | Little Feat |
Album | Live from Neon Park |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : George, Kibbee | |
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 |
zuo ci : George, Kibbee | |
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 |
zuò cí : George, Kibbee | |
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 |