Dixie Chicken
Little FeatVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
I ve seen the bright lights of Memphis,
and the Commodore Hotel
And underneath a street lamp, I met a southern belle
Oh, 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
We made all the hotspots, my money flowed like wine
Then the low-down southern whiskey, yea, 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
On 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, many years since she ran away
Yes that guitar player sure could play
She always liked to sing along
She always handy with a song
But then one night at the lobby 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
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Readable chord sheet for Dixie Chicken by Little Feat
[A] I ve seen the [A]bright lights of Memphis, and the Commodore Ho[E]tel And [E7]underneath a [E]street lamp, I met a [E7]southern [A]belle Oh, she [D]took me to the [A]river, where she cast her [E]spell And in that [E7]southern [E]moonlight, she sang this [E7]song so [A]well If you ll [A]be my Dixie chicken I ll be your Tennessee [E]lamb And [E7]we can walk to[E]gether down in [A]Dix[D]ie[A]land [E7]Down in [A]Dix[D]ie[A]land [A] We made all the [A]hotspots, my money flowed like [E]wine Then the [E7]low-down southern [E]whiskey, yea, began to [E7]fog my [A]mind And I [D]don t remember [A]church bells, or the money I put [E]down On the [E7]white picket fence and [E]boardwalk On the [E7]house at the [E]end of [A]town Oh, but [D]boy do I re[A]member the strain of her re[E]frain And the [E7]nights we spent to[E]gether And the [E7]way she [E]called my [A]name If you ll [A]be my Dixie chicken I ll be your Tennessee [E]lamb And [E7]we can walk to[E]gether down in [A]Dix[D]ie[A]land [E7]Down in [A]Dix[D]ie[A]land [A] Well, [A]many years since she ran away Yes that guitar player sure could [E]play She [E7]always liked to [E]sing along She [E7]always [E]handy with a [A]song But then [D]one night at the [A]lobby of the Commodore Ho[E]tel I [E7]chanced to meet a [E]bartender who [E7]said he [E]knew her [A]well And [D]as he handed [A]me a drink he began to hum a [E]song And [E7]all the boys [E]there, at the bar, be[E7]gan to [E]sing a[A]long If you ll [A]be my Dixie chicken I ll be your Tennessee [E]lamb And [E7]we can walk to[E]gether down in [A]Dix[D]ie[A]land [E7]Down in [A]Dix[D]ie[A]land [A] [E] [D] [E7] [D7] [A] [G] [D] [C]