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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Little Feat
Performer
Lowell George
Guitar
Kenny Gradney
Bass
Sam Clayton
Congas
Paul Barrere
Guitar
Bill Payne
Keyboards
Richard Hayward
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lowell George
Songwriter
Martin Kibbee
Lyrics
Fred Martin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lowell George
Producer
Robert Appere & Michael Boshears
Engineer
Lyrics
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 the 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 hot spots - my money flowed like wine
And then that lowdown southern whiskey began to fog my mind
And I don't remember church bells or the money I put down
On the white picket fence and boardwalk of the house at the edge of town
Oh, but boy do I remember the strain of her refrain
And the 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
Well, it's been a year since she ran away - guess that guitar player sure could play
She always liked to sing along - she's always handy with a song
Then one night 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 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
Writer(s): Lowell George, Fred Martin
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