I've seen the bright lights of Memphis and the Commodore Hotel
and underneath a street lamp I met a southern belle
And she took me to the river and there she cast her spell
and underneath the moonlight she sang this 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
VAMP
Well, we hit all the hot spots, my money flowed like wine
And that low down southern whiskey, it began to fog my mind