Walking in Memphis Songtext
von Paul Anka

Put on my blue suede shoes and I
Boarded the plane
Touched down the in land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain.
W.C. Handy - won′t you look down over me
Yeah, I've got a first class ticket, but I′m as blue as a boy can be

Then I'm walking in Memphis
Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel?


Saw the ghost of Elvis
On Union Avenue
Followed him up the gates of Graceland
Then I watched him walk right through
Now security they did not see him
They just hovered 'round his tomb
But there′s a pretty little thing

Waiting for the king
Down in the jungle room

They′ve got catfish on the table
They've got gospel in the air
And Reverand Green, be glad to see you
When you haven′t got a prayer
But boy you've got a prayer in Memphis

Now Muriel play piano
Every Friday at the Hollywood
And they brought me down to see her
And they asked me if I would
Do a little number
And I sang with all my might
She said ′Tell me are you a Christian child'
And I said, "ma′am I am tonight'