This song again uses a food item, and really a colloquial phrase, to identify a woman (or a partner). There is less about consumption in this piece, and more about atmosphere. The atmosphere of the South and bars are as much a part of this song as the romance.
I've seen the bright lights of Memphis
And the Commodore Hotel
And underneath a street lamp
I met a Southern belle
Well she took me to the river
Where she cast her spell
And in that Southern moonlight
She sang a song so well
Chorus
If you'll be my Dixie chicken
I'll be your Tenessee lamb
And we can walk together
Down in Dixieland
Down in Dixieland
Well we made all the hot spots
My money flowed like wine
Then that low down Southern whiskey
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
Of the house at the edge of town
But boy do I remember
The strain of her refrain
The nights we spent together
And the way she called my name
[chorus]
Well it's been a year since she ran away
Yes 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
Of the Commodore Hotel
I chanced to meet a bartender
Who said he knew her well
And as he handed me a light
He began to hum a song
And all the boys there at the bar
Began to sign along ,
[chorus]
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