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

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

[Piano Solo]
D   G   D  E

[Verse 2]
         A                                           E
Well, we made all the hotspots, my money flowed likе wine
                                                   A
Then the lowdown southеrn whiskey, began to fog my mind
C     D              A                               E
And I don't remember church bells or the money I put down
E
On the white picket fence and boardwalk
                                C
On the house at the end of town

[Pre-Chorus]
D         A                           E
Oh, do I remember the strain of her refrain
E
And nights we spent together
                          A
And the way she called my name

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

[Guitar Solo]
A

[Verse 3]
A
Many years since she ran away
                             E
Guess that banjo player sure could play
E
She always liked to sing along
                   A
She's handy with a song
             D            A                        E
But then one night in the lobby of the Commodore Hotel
                                                   A
I chanced to meet a bartender who said he knew her well
      D           A                       E
As he handed me a drink he began to hum a song
                                                 A
And all the boys there at the bar began to sing along

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