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I’ve seen the	bright lights of Memphis, and the Commodore Ho	tel

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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	Dix	iel	and, down in	Dix	iel	and

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

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