Standard (EADGBE)

 I ve seen the bright lights of Memphis,

 and the Commodore Hotel

 And underneath a street lamp, I met a southern belle

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

 And in that southern 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

 We made all the hotspots, my money flowed like wine

 Then the low-down southern whiskey, yea, 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

 On the house at the end 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, many years since she ran away

 Yes that guitar player sure could play

 She always liked to sing along

 She always handy with a song

 But then one night at 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