Dixie Chicken Songtext
von Trout Fishing in America

Well I′ve seen the bright lights of Memphis, the Commodore Hotel
Yeah underneath a street lamp, I met a southern belle
Well, she took me to the river, where she cast her spell
And in that southern moonlight, she sang this song so well
If you'll be my Dixie chicken, I′ll be your Tennessee lamb
And we can walk together down in Dixieland, down in Dixieland
Well, we made all the hotspots, my money flowed like wine
Then the golden southern whiskey began to cloud my mind
And I don't remember church bells or the money I lay down
Out on the white picket fence and
Boardwalk on the house at the end of town
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 lamb
And we can walk together down in Dixieland, down in Dixieland
Now it′s been a year since she went away
Guess that guitar picker sure could play
She always liked to sing along, guess he nabbed her with a song
But then one night in the lobby, yea, of the Commodore Hotel
I chanced to meet a bartender who said he knew her well
And as he handed me a light, he hummed a little 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 lamb
And we can walk together down in Dixieland, down in Dixieland
Down in Dixieland
Down in Dixieland