Lyrics

Dixie Chicken

He loves free barbecue from Memphis
Loves the Mayflower Hotel
And underneath a street lamp, he walks his dog, that’s swell
He no longer writes the column where he first cast his spell
But from his bar called Chatter, he’s got the same tall tales to tell

If you'll give his podcast a listen
Buy some eggs and toast and jam
Then he can stay in business here in DC land
Here in DC land