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From: mtrcycl@aol.com (Mtrcycl)
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Subject: Re: REQ: Little Feat: Dixie Chicken
Date: 1 Sep 1994 23:37:06 -0400
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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
Dixie Chicken
Lowell George
Capo 2 to play with record
Intro
F# --> G D
I've seen the bright lights of Memphis and the Commodore Hotel
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
VAMP
G C G
D Dsus4
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
