Dixie Chicken (alternate version)

Hey, hey, yeah
Mm, hmm, hmm

I've seen the bright lights of Memphis
And the Commodore Hotel
And underneath the street lamp
I met a southern belle
Well, she took me to the river
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, woah, woah, woah

Yeah, well, we made all the hot spots
My money flowed like wine
And then that low down southern whiskey
Began to fog my mind
And I don't remember church bells
Or the money I poured down
On the white picket fence and boardwalk
Of the house at the edge 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, woah, woah, woah

Yeah, well, it's been a year since she ran away
Guess that guitar player sure could play
She always liked to sing along
She was 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, woah, woah, woah