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| I ve seen the | bright lights of Memphis, and the Commodore Ho | tel |
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| And | underneath a street lamp, I met a southern | belle |
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| Oh, | she | took me to the | river, where she cast her | spell |
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| And in that | southern moonlight, she sang this song so | well |
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| If you ll | be my Dixie chicken I ll be your Tennessee | lamb |
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| And | we can walk together down in | Dix | ie | land |
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| Down in | Dix | ie | land |
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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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| If you ll | be my Dixie chicken I ll be your Tennessee | lamb |
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| And | we can walk together down in | Dix | ie | land |
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| Down in | Dix | ie | land |
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| Well, | many years since she ran away |
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| Yes that guitar player | sure could play |
| She always liked to sing along |
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| She always handy | with a song |
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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 |
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| If you ll | be my Dixie chicken I'll be your Tennessee | lamb |
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| And | we can walk together down in | Dix | ie | land |
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| Down in | Dix | ie | land |