I seen the bright lights of Memphis
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And the Commodore Hotel
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And it was there beneath the streetlamp
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Where I met a southern belle
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Well she took me to the river
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Where she cast her spell
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And it was 'neath that Memphis moonlight
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She sang this song so well
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If you'll be my Dixie chicken
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I'll be your Tennessee lamb
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And we can walk together
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Down in Dixie land
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Down in Dixie land
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We hit all the hotspots
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My money flowed like wine
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Till the lowdown southern whiskey
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Began to fog my mind
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Well I don't remember church bells
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Or the money I put down
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On the white picket fence and boardwalk
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At the house on the edge of town
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Now but boy do I remember
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The strain of her refrain
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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
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I'll be your Tennessee lamb
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And we can walk together
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Down in Dixie land
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Down in Dixie land
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It's been a year since she ran away
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Guess that guitar player sure could play
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She always liked to sing along
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He was always handy with a song
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Then one night in the lobby
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Of the Commodore Hotel
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I by chance met a bartender
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Who said he knew her well
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And as he handed me a drink
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He began to hum a song
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And all the boys there at the bar
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Began to sing along
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If you'll be my Dixie chicken
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I'll be your Tennessee lamb
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And we can walk together
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Down in Dixie land
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Down in Dixie land
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If you'll be my Dixie chicken
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I'll be your Tennessee lamb
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And we can walk together
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Down in Dixie land
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Down in Dixie land
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Dixie Chicken
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Garth Brooks |