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I ve seen the bright lights of Memphis, 
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and the Commodore Hotel 
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And underneath a street lamp, I met a southern belle 
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Oh, she took me to the river, where she cast her spell 
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And in that southern moonlight, she sang this song so well 

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If you ll be my Dixie chicken I ll be your Tennessee lamb 
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And we can walk together down in Dixieland 
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Down in Dixieland 

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We made all the hotspots, my money flowed like wine 
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Then the low-down southern whiskey, yea, began to fog my mind 
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And I don t remember church bells, or the money I put down 
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On the white picket fence and boardwalk 
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On the house at the end of town 
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Oh, but boy do I remember 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 I ll be your Tennessee lamb 
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And we can walk together down in Dixieland 
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Down in Dixieland 

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Well, many years since she ran away 
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Yes that guitar player sure could play 
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She always liked to sing along 
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She always handy with a song 
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But then one night at the lobby of the Commodore Hotel 
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I 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 Dixie chicken I ll be your Tennessee lamb 
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And we can walk together down in Dixieland 
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Down in Dixieland