Lowell George

^Bb And sh ^B e too ^C k me to the river and ^G there she cast her spel ^D l
and underneath the moonlight she sang this song so well
CHORUS
^Bb If yo ^B u?ll ^G be my Dixie Chicken, I?ll be your Tennes ^D see Lamb
And we can walk together down in ^G Dix ^C iel ^G and
^Bb Down in D ^B ixi ^G ela ^C nd ^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
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