Justin/Lance

[dixie-chicken.livejournal.com]

Yeah well, we made all the hot spots, 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 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..."

Justin/Lance please, with Jack Daniels, a pecan tree, and the New Orleans Saints. Any which way you wanna take that song, as literal or figurative as you like. Something slow, flirty and Southern.