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LA MI
I've seen the bright lights of Memphis, and the Commodore Hotel
LA
and underneath the streetlamp, I met a southern belle
DO DO# RE LA MI
Well she took me to the river, where she cast her spell
LA
and in that southern moonlight, she sang a song so well
CHORUS
MI LA MI
If you'll be my dixie chicken, I'll be your Tenessee lamb
LA MI LA LA MI LA
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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