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Lowell George
to play with record
FI've seGen the bright lights of Memphis and the Commodore Hotel D
and underneath a street lamp I met a southern belle
BbAnd shBe tooCk me to the river and Gthere she cast her spelDl
and underneath the moonlight she sang this song so well
BbIf yoBu'll Gbe my Dixie Chicken, I''ll be your TenneDssee Lamb
And we can walk together down inG DixCielGand
BbDown in DBixiGelaCnd G
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Well, we hit all the hot spots, my money flowed like wine
And that low down southern whiskey, it began to fog my mind
And I don't remember church bells or the money I put down
Or the white picket fence and boardwalk or the House at the edge of town
Well, it's been a year since she went away,
Yes that guitar player should could play
She always like to sing along, always handy with a song
Then one night in 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
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