Going to Memphis Songtext
von Brian Hyland
Going to Memphis Songtext
Bring a drink of water Leroy
Bring a drink of water no
If I could get to the mercy man
He gives me some I know
I got a girl in Vicksburg
Bertha is her name
Wish I was tied to Bertha
Instead of thin ball and chain
I′m going to Memphis
A dude took all my money
And let me see the cards
I owe the boss about a hundred years
A-sleeping in his backyard
I'm going to Memphis yeah
I′m going to Memphis yeah
Like a bitter weed I'm a bad seed
But when the levees break through
I am too
Let the honky tonk roll on
Come morning I'll be gone
I′m going to Memphis
They all call me crazy
For slashing Mister Scots
My brother was killed for a beat I did
But I disremember why
I′m going to Memphis yeah
I'm going to Memphis yeah
Well, the freezing ground at night
In my own folding bed
Pork salad is my bread and meat
And it will be till I′m dead
I'm going to Memphis yeah
I′m going to Memphis yeah
Well, I brought me a little water
And I miss the Prince Albert hand
But the boss taught me drinking it
And I believe he broke my hand
Going to Memphis yeah oh, yeah
Going to Memphis uh, huh
Going to Memphis...
Bring a drink of water no
If I could get to the mercy man
He gives me some I know
I got a girl in Vicksburg
Bertha is her name
Wish I was tied to Bertha
Instead of thin ball and chain
I′m going to Memphis
A dude took all my money
And let me see the cards
I owe the boss about a hundred years
A-sleeping in his backyard
I'm going to Memphis yeah
I′m going to Memphis yeah
Like a bitter weed I'm a bad seed
But when the levees break through
I am too
Let the honky tonk roll on
Come morning I'll be gone
I′m going to Memphis
They all call me crazy
For slashing Mister Scots
My brother was killed for a beat I did
But I disremember why
I′m going to Memphis yeah
I'm going to Memphis yeah
Well, the freezing ground at night
In my own folding bed
Pork salad is my bread and meat
And it will be till I′m dead
I'm going to Memphis yeah
I′m going to Memphis yeah
Well, I brought me a little water
And I miss the Prince Albert hand
But the boss taught me drinking it
And I believe he broke my hand
Going to Memphis yeah oh, yeah
Going to Memphis uh, huh
Going to Memphis...
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