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

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

Well, well, we made all the hot spots, my money flowed like wine
Then that lowdown southern whiskey, yeah, 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 end of town
Oh, but boy do I remember the strain of her refrain
And the nights we spent together
And the way she called my name

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

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

If you'll be my Dixie chicken, I'll be your Tennessee lamb
And we can walk together down in Dixieland
Down in Dixieland, whoa, whoa-hoo