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Track 1 from their third album “Dixie Chicken” released in 1973 copyright Warner Bros. Records. This album was the first consisting of the lineup that would remain until Lowell George’s death in 1979. The track “Dixie Chicken” became their signature song. The album achieved Gold status in 1989. Recorded from the original vinyl. Written by Lowell George & Fred Martin and produced by Lowell George. RIP Lowell George, Milt Holland, Richie Hayward, Paul Barrere & Malcolm Cecil. Featuring:
Lowell George – Lead vocals, slide, lead & rhythm guitars, cowbell & flute
Paul Barrere – Rhythm guitars, co-lead vocal on “Walkin’ All Night”
Bill Payne – Keyboards & synthesizers, co-lead vocal on “Walkin’ all Night”
Kenny Gradney – Bass
Sam Clayton – Congas
Richie Hayward – Drums & background vocals
Special Guests:
Fred Tackett - Rhythm guitar
Malcolm Cecil - Synthesizer
Milt Holland - Tabla
Bonnie Bramlett – Background vocals
Tret Fure – Background vocals
Danny Hutton – Background vocals
Gloria Jones – Background vocals
Debbie Lindsey – Background vocals
Bonnie Raitt – Background vocals
Stephanie Spruill – Background vocals
I've seen the bright lights o' Memphis and the Commodore Hotel
And underneath a streetlamp, I met a Southern belle
Well, she took me to the river, well, where she cast her spell
And in that Southern moonlight, she sang this song so well
(If you'll be my Dixie chicken, I'll be your Tennessee lamb)
(And we can walk together) down in (Dixieland)
(Down in Dixieland) oh, whoa, whoa
Yeah, well, we made all the hotspots, my money flowed like wine
And then that lowdown Southern whiskey, yeah, began to fog my mind
(And I don't remember churchbells) or the (money I put down)
(On the white picket fence and boardwalk of the house at the edge of town)
(Oh, but boy, do I remember the strain of her refrain)
(And the nights we spent together and the way she called my name)
(If you'll be my Dixie chicken, I'll be your Tennessee lamb)
(And we can walk together down in Dixieland)
(Down in Dixieland) whoa-oh, whoa, whoa
Yeah, well, it's been a year since she ran away (guess that guitar player sure could play)
She always liked to sing along, she's always handy with a song
Then one night in the lobby, yeah, 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)
(If you'll be my Dixie chicken, I'll be your Tennessee lamb)
(And we can walk together down in Dixieland)
(Down in Dixieland) whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-hoo
Lowell George – Lead vocals, slide, lead & rhythm guitars, cowbell & flute
Paul Barrere – Rhythm guitars, co-lead vocal on “Walkin’ All Night”
Bill Payne – Keyboards & synthesizers, co-lead vocal on “Walkin’ all Night”
Kenny Gradney – Bass
Sam Clayton – Congas
Richie Hayward – Drums & background vocals
Special Guests:
Fred Tackett - Rhythm guitar
Malcolm Cecil - Synthesizer
Milt Holland - Tabla
Bonnie Bramlett – Background vocals
Tret Fure – Background vocals
Danny Hutton – Background vocals
Gloria Jones – Background vocals
Debbie Lindsey – Background vocals
Bonnie Raitt – Background vocals
Stephanie Spruill – Background vocals
I've seen the bright lights o' Memphis and the Commodore Hotel
And underneath a streetlamp, I met a Southern belle
Well, she took me to the river, well, where she cast her spell
And in that Southern moonlight, she sang this song so well
(If you'll be my Dixie chicken, I'll be your Tennessee lamb)
(And we can walk together) down in (Dixieland)
(Down in Dixieland) oh, whoa, whoa
Yeah, well, we made all the hotspots, my money flowed like wine
And then that lowdown Southern whiskey, yeah, began to fog my mind
(And I don't remember churchbells) or the (money I put down)
(On the white picket fence and boardwalk of the house at the edge of town)
(Oh, but boy, do I remember the strain of her refrain)
(And the nights we spent together and the way she called my name)
(If you'll be my Dixie chicken, I'll be your Tennessee lamb)
(And we can walk together down in Dixieland)
(Down in Dixieland) whoa-oh, whoa, whoa
Yeah, well, it's been a year since she ran away (guess that guitar player sure could play)
She always liked to sing along, she's always handy with a song
Then one night in the lobby, yeah, 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)
(If you'll be my Dixie chicken, I'll be your Tennessee lamb)
(And we can walk together down in Dixieland)
(Down in Dixieland) whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-hoo
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