Lyrics: Walking In Memphis

Put on my blue suede shoes
And I boarded the plane
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain W.C. Handy -
won't you look down over me Yeah

I got a first class ticket
But I'm as blue as a girl 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 to the gates of Graceland
Then I watched him walk right through
Now security they did not see him
They just hovered Tround his tomb
But there's a pretty little thing Waiting for the King
Down in the Jungle Room

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They're got catfish on the table
They're got gospel in the air
And Reverend Green be glad to see you
When you haven't got a prayer

But boy you're got a prayer in Memphis
Now Muriel plays piano Every Friday at the Hollywood
And they brought me down to see him
And they asked me if I would - Do a little number
And I sang with all my might And he said -
Tell me are you a Christian child?
And I said Man I am tonight

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