Tytuł: Dixie chicken
- Wykonawca: Lovin' Spoonful
- Wy¶wietleń: 168
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
