DIXIE CHICKEN

Little Feat

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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 d	on'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 b	oy do I re	member the strain of her re	frain

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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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Well,	many years since she ran away, yes that guitar player	sure could play

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She always handy with a song, she always liked to s	ing along

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	But	then	one night at the	lobby of the Commodore Ho	tel

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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 a	long