album of the week
"dixie chicken"
little feat
1973
"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"
from "dixie chicken"
