Down in dixieland
And underneath a street lamp I met a Southern belle
She's always handy with a song
Well it's been a year since she ran away
Well she took me to the river, where she cast her spell
Yes that guitar player sure could play
If you'll be my dixie chicken, I'll be your Tennessee lamb
She always liked to sing along
And in that Southern moonlight, she sang a song so well
Well we made all the hot spots. My money flowed like wine
And we can walk together down in dixieland
And I don't remember church bells or the money I put down
Then that low down Southern whiskey began to fog my mind
On the white picket fence and boardwalk of the house at the edge of town
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
If you'll be my dixie chicken, I'll be your Tennessee lamb
If you'll be my dixie chicken, I'll be your Tennessee lamb
The nights we spent together, and the way she called my name
Then one night in the lobby of the Commodore Hotel
And all the boys there, at the bar, began to sign along
And we can walk together down in dixieland
Down in dixieland
And we can walk together down in dixieland
But boy do I remember the strain of her refrain
