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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
#[email protected]
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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]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 Tenne[D]ssee 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]
VAMP
[D] [Dsus]
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
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#Subject: Re: REQ: Little Feat: 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
#[email protected]
#
#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]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 Tenne[D]ssee 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]
VAMP
[D] [Dsus]
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