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I seen the bright lights of Memphis |
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And the Commodore Hotel |
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And it was there beneath the streetlamp |
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Where I met a southern belle |
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Well she took me to the river |
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Where she cast her spell |
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And it was 'neath that Memphis moonlight |
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She sang this song so well |
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If you'll be my Dixie chicken |
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I'll be your Tennessee lamb |
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And we can walk together |
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Down in Dixie land |
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Down in Dixie land |
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We hit all the hotspots |
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My money flowed like wine |
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Till the lowdown southern whiskey |
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Began to fog my mind |
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Well I don't remember church bells |
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Or the money I put down |
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On the white picket fence and boardwalk |
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At the house on the edge of town |
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Now but boy do I remember |
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The strain of her refrain |
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And the nights we spent together |
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And the way she called my name |
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If you'll be my Dixie chicken |
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I'll be your Tennessee lamb |
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And we can walk together |
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Down in Dixie land |
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Down in Dixie land |
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It's been a year since she ran away |
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Guess that guitar player sure could play |
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She always liked to sing along |
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He was always handy with a song |
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Then one night in the lobby |
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Of the Commodore Hotel |
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I by chance met a bartender |
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Who said he knew her well |
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And as he handed me a drink |
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He began to hum a song |
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And all the boys there at the bar |
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Began to sing along |
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If you'll be my Dixie chicken |
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I'll be your Tennessee lamb |
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And we can walk together |
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Down in Dixie land |
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Down in Dixie land |
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If you'll be my Dixie chicken |
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I'll be your Tennessee lamb |
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And we can walk together |
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Down in Dixie land |
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Down in Dixie land |
