Music Service


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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 a song so well [CHORUS] If you'll be my Dixie chicken I'll be your Tennessee lamb And we can walk together Down in Dixieland Down in Dixieland

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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 church bells Or the money I put down On the white picket fence and boardwalk Of the house at the edge of town But, boy, do I remember The strain of her refrain And the nights we spent together And the way she called my name [CHORUS] Well, it's been a year since she ran away Yes, 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 Yeah, 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 sign along [CHORUS]


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