Garth Brooks - Dixie Chicken

      
 
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 #The rythm you will have to find on your own. The only way I can describe
 #it is (bump bump ba-dump bump). I learn this from a friend of mine who
 #put his on a record. If you would like a copy you can contact him at TALL
 #PAUL@AOL.COM
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 #Dixie Chicken
 #Lowell George
 #Capo 2 to play with record
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 #Intro
 #F# --> G D
 #I've seen the bright lights of Memphis and the Commodore Hotel
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 #and underneath a street lamp I met a southern belle
 Bb    B    C                     G                      D 
 And she took me to the river and there she cast her spell
 
 and underneath the moonlight she sang this song so well
 
 CHORUS
 Bb   B    G                                       D        
 If you'll be my Dixie Chicken, I''ll be your Tennessee Lamb
                                 G   C  G  
 And we can walk together down in Dixieland
 Bb       B  G  C  G 
 Down in Dixieland 
 
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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
 
 CHORUS
 
 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