Deep Purple – Dixie Chicken (Guitar)

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I've seen the bright lights of Memphis and the Commodore Hotel

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And underneath a street lamp, I met a southern belle

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Well, she took me to the river where she cast her spell

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And in that southern moonlight she sang this song so well

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If you'll be my Dixie chicken I'll be your Tennessee lamb

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And we can walk together down in Dixieland

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Down in Dixieland

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Well, we made all the hotspots, my money flowed likе wine

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Then the lowdown southеrn whiskey, began to fog my mind

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And I don't remember church bells or the money I put down

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On the white picket fence and boardwalk

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On the house at the end of town

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Oh, do I remember the strain of her refrain

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And nights we spent together

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And the way she called my name

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If you'll be my Dixie chicken I'll be your Tennessee lamb

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And we can walk together down in Dixieland

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Down in Dixieland

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Many years since she ran away

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Guess that banjo player sure could play

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She always liked to sing along

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She's handy with a song

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But then one night in the lobby of the Commodore Hotel

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I chanced to meet a bartender who said he knew her well

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As he handed me a drink he began to hum a song

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And all the boys there at the bar began to sing along

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If you'll be my Dixie chicken I'll be your Tennessee lamb

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And we can walk together down in Dixieland

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Down in Dixieland