Dow Down In Dixieland-Personal Narrative

It is eleven o’clock on a Saturday morning in the mid 1980’s, my younger brother and I are sleeping peacefully in our beds. We are suddenly awaken by a blast of music coming from the downstairs den. I quickly jump out of bed and run down the hallway bumping into my brother who has the same destination as I. We both race through the living room, the dining room and past my mom in the kitchen then down the three, blue carpeted stairs to the large den. My dad is sitting on the edge of his leather, rocker recliner with his 1974 Fender base guitar playing along with the song, “Dixie Chicken” by Little Feat. The music was turned up so loud no one could talk or hardly think. My brother and I start to dance and sing at the top of our lungs, “If you’ll be my Dixie Chicken I’ll be your Tennessee lamb and we can walk together down in Dixieland. …show more content…
I would play my imaginary piano during the piano solo. The second verse would start, “We made all the hotspots, my money flowed like wine” and I would try to sing the lyrics but it didn’t matter how many times I listen to this song I never could remember the words correctly so I hummed to the melody and got lost in sound of the music, dancing and spinning around and around waiting for the chorus to start again. When the chorus began I always sang it as loud as my voice would allow, “If you’ll be my Dixie Chicken…” This continued until the song was over, at this point I was very excited and wide awake. My brother and I would say play it again daddy, play it again. I had not noticed when I ran past my mom in such a hurry that she was cooking breakfast. By the time we listened to the song a second time mom had fixed French toast with syrup for