I seen the bright lights of Memphis and the Commodore Hotel And underneath a street lamp I met a southern belle She took me to the river It was there she cast her spell And in that Southern moonlight she sang her song so well
If you´ll be my Dixie Chicken I´ll be your Tennessee lamb And we can walk together down in Dixie-Land Down in Dixie-Land
Well, we made all the hot-spots My money flowed like wine Then that low-down Southern whiskey began to fog my mind And I don´t remember chuch-bells or the house on the edge of twon With the white picket fence and boardwalk or the money I put down But boy, do I remember the strain of her refrain And the nights we spent together And the promise that we made
It´s been a year she ran away I guess that guitar player sure could play He was always handy with a song I guess she liked to sing along Cause leter on in 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 down at the bar began to sing along
Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérprete: John Sebastian (PREMIER)Publicado em 2001 e lançado em 2010 (18/Jun)ECAD verificado fonograma #11137795 em 23/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM