I´ve seen the bright lights of Memphis and the Commodore Hotel
And underneath a 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

Well, we made all the hotspots, my money flowed likе wine
Then the lowdown southеrn whiskey, began to fog my mind
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 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

Many years since she ran away
Guess that banjo player sure could play
She always liked to sing along
She´s handy with a song

But then one night in the lobby of the Commodore Hotel
I chanced to meet a bartender who said he knew her well
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