| There’s a town that I call home
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| Where all the streets are paved with soul
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| Down on Beale there’s a honky-tonk bar
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| So hear the wail of a blues guitar
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| Have a beer and drop a dime in the blind man’s jar
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| The blues sing softly in the air
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| Like a Sunday morning prayer
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| Just one more drink and
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| And you’ll see God everywhere
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| Like a sad old melody
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| That cheers you up, it sets you free
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| And that’s how Memphis lives in me
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| There comes a time when muddy waters run rough
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| There comes a point when a man has had enough
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| Like a friend that always stands by me
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| Memphis knows me never showed me
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| How did life just had to be
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| I couldn’t even try to run away, say goodbye
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| Here I was born and here is where I’ll die
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| I’m just a man from Tennessee
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| I can’t be what I can’t be
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| All I know is Memphis lives in me
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| I said, «I'm just a man from Tennessee»
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| Can’t be what I can’t be
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| All I know is Memphis lives
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| All I know is Memphis gives
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| All I know is Memphis in me |