Walking in Memphis Songtext
von Tony Hadley
Walking in Memphis Songtext
Put on my blue suede shoes
And I boarded a plane
Touch down in the land of
The Delta blues
In the middle of the pouring rain
W.U.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 Beal
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel
Saw the ghost of Elvis
Down on Union Avenue
Followed him up to the gates of Graceland
And 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
Then I′m walking in Memphis
Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beal
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel
They′ve got catfish on the table
They've got gospel in the air
Reverend Green be glad to see you
When you haven′t got a prayer
Boy you got a prayer in Memphis
Muriel plays piano
Every Friday at the Hollywood
And she brought me down to see her
And they asked me if I would
To do a little number
And I sang with all my might
She said tell me are you a Christian child
And I said man I am tonight
And I boarded a plane
Touch down in the land of
The Delta blues
In the middle of the pouring rain
W.U.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 Beal
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel
Saw the ghost of Elvis
Down on Union Avenue
Followed him up to the gates of Graceland
And 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
Then I′m walking in Memphis
Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beal
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel
They′ve got catfish on the table
They've got gospel in the air
Reverend Green be glad to see you
When you haven′t got a prayer
Boy you got a prayer in Memphis
Muriel plays piano
Every Friday at the Hollywood
And she brought me down to see her
And they asked me if I would
To do a little number
And I sang with all my might
She said tell me are you a Christian child
And I said man I am tonight
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