Dixie Chicken

A

              A
I've seen the bright lights of 
Memphis,
                    E
and the Commodore Hotel
    E7           E                
And underneath a street lamp, I 
    E7       A
met a southern belle
        D              A          
Oh, she took me to the river, 
               E
where she cast her spell
            E7       E            
And in that southern moonlight, 
            E7      A
she sang this song so well

          A                        
If you'll be my Dixie chicken I'll 
                  E
be your Tennessee lamb
    E7            E              
And we can walk together down in 
A  D * A
Dixie  land
E7      A  D * A
Down in Dixie  land

A . . .

                A                  
We made all the hotspots, my money 
            E
flowed like wine
         E7                E      
Then the low-down southern 
                E7     A
whiskey, yea, began to fog my mind
      D              A            
And I don't remember church bells,
                    E
 or the money I put down
       E7                    
On the white picket fence and 
 E
boardwalk
Continúa después del anuncio
       E7           E      A
On the house at the end of town
        D          A              
Oh, but boy do I remember the 
            E
strain of her refrain
        E7                E
And the nights we spent together
        E7      E         A
And the way she called my name

          A                        
If you'll be my Dixie chicken I'll 
                  E
be your Tennessee lamb
    E7            E              
And we can walk together down in 
A  D A
Dixieland
E7      A  D A
Down in Dixieland

A . . .

      A
Well, many years since she ran away
Yes that guitar player sure could 
E
play
    E7              E
She always liked to sing along
    E7     E            A
She always handy with a song
         D                A       
But then one night at the lobby of
                 E
 the Commodore Hotel
  E7                E             
I chanced to meet a bartender who 
E7      E        A
said he knew her well
    D            A                
And as he handed me a drink he 
            E
began to hum a song
    E7           E                
And all the boys there, at the 
    E7     E     A
bar, began to sing along

          A                        
If you'll be my Dixie chicken I'll 
                  E
be your Tennessee lamb
    E7            E              
And we can walk together down in 
A  D A
Dixieland
E7      A  D A
Down in Dixieland

A . . .

* It has been suggestd that E would 
sound better then D in Dixieland.

** Alternate:

Capo II

E  = D
E7 = D7
A  = G
D  = C