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I've seen the bright lights of Memphis, and the Commodore Hotel
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and underneath the streetlamp, I met a southern belle
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Well she took me to the river, where she cast her spell
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and in that southern moonlight, she sang a song so well
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If you'll be my dixie chicken, I'll be your Tenessee lamb
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and we can walk together down in Dixieland, down in Dixieland
Well we made all the hotspots, my money flowed like wine
and 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
oh but boy do I remember, the strain of her refrain
and the nights we spent together, and the way she'd call my name
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Well it's been a year since you ran away,
yes that guitar player should could play
she always liked to sing along,
she's always handy with a song
and 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 sing along
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