Dixie Chicken

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From: * (Patrick M. Kelly)
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Date: Thu, 22 Oct 92 13:42:14 GMT
Organization: University of New 
Mexico, Albuquerque
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Any help in improving it would be 
greatly appreciated, especially
the little guitar part which I 
cannot quite get it right, as well
as some of the lyrics.


It sounds a lot better if you play 
these chords up the neck a bit....
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Guitar intro / Chorus......

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Continúa después del anuncio
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              A               
I've seen the bright lights of 
                              E
Memphis, and the Commodore Hotel
and underneath the streetlamp, I met
            A
 a southern belle


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Well she took me to the river, 
                   E
where she cast her spell
and in that southern moonlight, she 
               A
sang a song so well

CHORUS
E         A                      
If you'll be my dixie chicken, 
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I'll be your Tenessee lamb
and we can walk together down in 
A  E  A            A  E  A
Dixieland, down in Dixieland


Well we made all the hotspots, my 
money flowed like wine
and then that low-down 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'd call my name


CHORUS


Well it's been a year since you ran 
away,
yes that guitar player should could 
play
she always liked to sing along,
she's always handy with a song

and then one night in the lobby, 
yeah, of the Commodore Hotel
I 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


CHORUS