OK, it has "chicken" in the title but it's not really about a chicken. Suggested by ranger1 back on 30-Oct-2005. He said he hated it, but I don't.


DIXIE CHICKEN
Written by Lowell George and Martin Kibbee (a.k.a. Fred Martin)
As recorded by Little Feat on "Dixie Chicken" (1973)

I seen the bright lights of Memphis and the Commodore Hotel,
And underneath a street lamp, I met a southern belle.
She took me to the river where she cast her spell,
And in that southern moonlight she sang a song so well:

If you'll be my Dixie chicken, I'll be your Tennessee lamb,
And we can walk together down in Dixie land,
Down in Dixie land.

Well we made all the hot spots; my money flowed like wine,
And 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 on 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:

If you'll be my Dixie chicken, I'll be your Tennessee lamb,
And we can walk together down in Dixie land,
Down in Dixie land.

It's been a year since she ran away.
I guess that guitar player sure could play.
She always liked to sing along.
He was 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 down 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 Dixie land,
Down in Dixie land.