DIXIE CHICKEN by Little Feat I've seen the and Well we made all the hotspots, my money flowed like wine and 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 oh but boy do I remember, the strain of her refrain and the nights we spent together, and the way she'd call my name CHORUS Well it's been a year since you ran away, yes that guitar player s (tabfu.thudspace.net)