A5 A5 I ve seen the bright lights of Memphis, E5 and the Commodore Hotel E5 E5 E5 A5 And underneath a street lamp, I met a southern belle D5 A5 E5 Oh, she took me to the river, where she cast her spell E5 E5 E5 A5 And in that southern moonlight, she sang this song so well A5 E5 If you ll be my Dixie chicken I ll be your Tennessee lamb E5 E5 A5 D5 A5 And we can walk together down in Dixieland E5 A5 D5 A5 Down in Dixieland A5 . . . A5 E5 We made all the hotspots, my money flowed like wine E5 E5 E5 A5 Then the low-down southern whiskey, yea, began to fog my mind D5 A5 E5 And I don t remember church bells, or the money I put down E5 E5 On the white picket fence and boardwalk E5 E5 A5 On the house at the end of town D5 A5 E5 Oh, but boy do I remember the strain of her refrain E5 E5 And the nights we spent together E5 E5 A5 And the way she called my name A5 E5 If you ll be my Dixie chicken I ll be your Tennessee lamb E5 E5 A5 D5 A5 And we can walk together down in Dixieland E5 A5 D5 A5 Down in Dixieland A5 . . . A5 Well, many years since she ran away E5 Yes that guitar player sure could play E5 E5 She always liked to sing along E5 E5 A5 She always handy with a song D5 A5 E5 But then one night at the lobby of the Commodore Hotel E5 E5 E5 E5 A5 I chanced to meet a bartender who said he knew her well D5 A5 E5 And as he handed me a drink he began to hum a song E5 E5 E5 E5 A5 And all the boys there, at the bar, began to sing along A5 E5 If you ll be my Dixie chicken I ll be your Tennessee lamb E5 E5 A5 D5 A5 And we can walk together down in Dixieland E5 A5 D5 A5 Down in Dixieland A5 . . . * Alternate: Capo II
