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