| Soon the sun will rise
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| Outside the streets are quiet
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| Not a car on the road
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| Not a soul in sight
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| I’ll bet it’s ninety degrees
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| There’s no escape from the heat
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| The dead of night
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| Still climbs up from the street
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| I’ve been up all night
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| Drinking alone
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| I ain’t got no business
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| Out on the road
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| I love mornings in Memphis
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| I could take a stroll
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| Sometimes when I’m on my own
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| I walk down Beale Street
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| Real nice and slow
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| Walk up to the river’s edge
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| Get down under the bridge
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| Highway
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| overhead
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| I stand all alone in the dark
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| Pay no mind to the sky full of stars
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| Try not to think
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| Just listen to my heart
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| Those boats pass in the night
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| I’m skipping stones and gettin' high
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| I love mornings in Memphis
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| Long after the midnight
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| Before the sunrise
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| Tracing fingers in the dust
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| Then startin' to sober up
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| Dawning light
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| Stars fade to a clear blue sky
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| No sign of life
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| Over on the Arkansas side
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| Oh but before
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| Wait for the sun itself to show
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| A new daylight
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| Muddy water turned to gold
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| Maybe I should just stay in
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| I know I’ll be back this way again
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| I love mornings in Memphis |