I've seen the bright lights of Memphis And the Commodore Hotel And underneath a street lamp, I met a southern belle Oh, she took me to the river, where she cast her spell And in that southern moonlight, she sang this song so well If youlll be my Dixie chicken I'll be your Tennessee lamb And we can walk together down in Dixieland Down in Dixieland We made all the hotspots My money flowed like wine Then the low-down southern whiskey, yea, began to fog my mind And I don't remember church bells, or the money I put down On the white picket fence and boardwalk On the house at the end 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 Well, many years since she ran away Yes that guitar player sure could play She always liked to sing along She always handy with a song But then one night at the 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 If you'll be my Dixie chicken I'll be your Tennessee lamb And we can walk together down in Dixieland Down in Dixieland

Spotcheck Billy got down on his hands and knees, and he said "Hey, mama, hey, let me check your oil, all right?" and she said, "No, no, honey, not tonight. Come back Monday, come back Tuesday, and then I might." I said Juanita, my sweet Juanita, what are you up to? I said Juanita, my sweet taquito, what are you up to? Don't want nobody who won't dive for dimes. Don't want no speedballs cause I might die trying. Throw me a line, throw me a dime. 'Cause there's a fat man in the bathtub with the blues. I hear you moan, I hear you moan I hear you moan. Billy got so sad dejected, put on his hat and started to run Running down the street, yelling at the top of his lungs. "All I want in this life of mine is some good clean fun. All I want in this life and time is some hit and run." I said Juanita, my sweet Juanita, what are you up to? I said Juanita, my sweet taquito, what are you up to? Put my money in your meter, baby, so it won't run down, but you caught me in a squeeze play on the cheesy side of town, Throw me a line, throw me a dime. 'Cause there's a fat man in the bathtub with the blues. I hear you moan, I hear you moan I hear you moan.

| | | | | | | | | They got a place down Kentucky Right down near Ohio Where you can watch the planes at night People line up to watch each flight I said watchin' them planes I wish I was on one I'm sittin' here thinkin' 'bout my red head dream If I could on - ly see her to - night Oh Atlanta, Oh Atlanta! I said yeah! yeah! yeah! Atlanta, got to get back to you | | | | | | | | | | | Well you can drop me off on Peachtree I got to feel that Georgia sun And the women there in Atlanta They make you aw - fully glad you come I said watchin' them planes I wish I was on one I'm sittin' here thinking 'bout my crazy dream If I could on - ly be there to - night Oh Atlanta, Oh Atlanta! I said yeah! yeah! yeah! Atlanta, got to get back to you We make a day and how just you and me But the music plays all night They got the boogie band blowin' that's bound for hell And when they get to movin' they never stop You just keep on playin' that down home beat You just keep on layin' it down hot | | | | I wish I was on one I'm sittin' here thinkin' bout my red haired dream If I could on - ly see her to - night Oh Atlanta, Oh Atlanta! I said yeah! yeah! yeah! Atlanta, got to get back to you | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |

There was a woman in Georgia didn't feel just right She had fever all day and chills at night Now things got worse, yes a serious bind At times like this it takes a man with such style I cannot often find A doctor of the heart and a doctor of mind If you like country with a boogie beat he's the man to meet If you like the sound of shufflin' feet he can't be beat If you wanna feel real nice, just ask the Rock and Roll doctor's advice It's just a country town but patients come From Mobile to Moline from miles around Nagodoches to New Orleans In beatup old cars or in limousines To meet the doctor of soul, he's got his very own thing SOLO Two degrees in be-bop, a phd in swing He's the master of rhythm he's a rock and roll king If you like country with a boogie beat he's the man to meet (he's the man to meet) If you like the sound of shufflin' feet he can't be beat (I say he can't be beat) If you wanna feel real nice, just ask the Rock and Roll doctor's advice

Oh I am just a vagabond, a drifter on the run And eloquent profanity, it rolls right off my tongue And I have dined in palaces, drunk wine with kings and queens But Darlin', oh Darlin', you're the best thing I ever seen Won't you roll ma easy, oh slow and easy Take ma independence, with no apprehension no tension You're walking, talking ha-um paradise sweet paradise I've been across this country from Denver to the ocean, and I never met girls that could sing so sweet like the angels that live in Houston Singing roll ma easy so slow and easy Play the concertina be a temptress and Baby I'm defenseless Singin' harmony in unison sweet harmony gotta hoist the flag and I'll beat your drum. LYRICS Oh I am just a vagabond, a drifter on the run And eloquent profanity, it rolls right off my tongue. And I have dined in palaces, drunk wine with kings and queens But Darlin', oh Darlin', you're the best thing I ever seen. Won't you roll ma easy, oh slow and easy. Take ma independence, with no apprehension, no tension. You're walking, talking ha-um paradise sweet paradise. I've been across this country and I never met girls that could sing so sweet like the angels that live in Houston. Singing roll ma easy, so slow and easy Play the concertina be a temptress and Baby I'm defenseless. Singin' harmony in unison sweet harmony gotta hoist the flag and I'll beat your drum.

There's a lady in a turban and a cocaine tree And she does a dance so rhythmically She's crying and singing and having a time Gee, that cocaine tree looks fine, you gotta Put on your sailing shoes, put on your sailing shoes Every one will start to cheer when you put on your sailing shoes Jedediah, he's got a dime Says he catch a more fish every time Well, I got a line, and you got a pole Well, I'll meet you at the fishing hole, but you gotta Put on your sailing shoes, put on your sailing shoes Every one will start to cheer when you put on your sailing shoes Doctor, doctor, I feel so bad This is the worst case I've ever had He said, "Have you this misery for a very long time, cause If you live, I'll lay it on the line. You gotta Put on your sailing shoes, put on your sailing shoes Every one will hip-hooray when you put on your sailing shoes

In 1966 I found my love In 1967 I had all there was And as my time went by I was satisfied Until that situation took me by surprise Now there's two trains runnin' - on that line One train's me, and the other's a friend of mine You know it would be all right, be just fine If the woman took one train, and left the other behind Illusion it is just the same Conclusion I don't know how to p|ay the game Of what it is or how it's going to be When one train is my friend and the other train is me Easy, I say easy, I can't push or shove her So I guess I really care Now I'm not one to hide my love behind a lock and key But if things keep going the way they are there's no p|ace left for me Now there's two trains runnin' - on that line One train's me, and the other's a friend of mine You know it would be all right, be just fine If the woman took one train, and left the other behind Two trains, two trains, two trains, two trains

I've been worked by the rain Driven by the snow Drunk and dirty, don't you know But I'm still willin' And I was out on the road Late at night Seen my pretty Alice in every headlight Alice, Dallas Alice And I been from Tucson to Tucumcari Tehachapi to Tonapa Driven every kind of rig that's ever been made Driven the back roads so I wouldn't get weighed And if you give me Weed, whites and wine And you show me a sign I'll be willin' to be movin' Kicked by the wind Robbed by the sleet Had my head stoved in but I'm still on my feet And I'm still in a whole lot of trouble Smuggled some smokes and folks from Mexico Baked by the sun Every time I go to Mexico And I'm still....