Brooks garth - Dixie chicken

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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  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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