| Folks, I’ve just been down, down to Memphis Town
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| That’s where the people smile, smile on you all the while
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| Hospitality, they were good to me
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| I couldn’t spend a dime and had the grandest time
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| I went out a dancing with a Tennessee dear
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| They had a fellow named Handy with a band you should hear
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| And while the folks gently swayed
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| All them boys began to play in real harmony
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| I never will forget that tune they call
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| Handy’s Memphis Blues, oh yes, those blues
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| They’ve got a trumpet man leading the band
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| And folks, he sure blow some horn
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| And when the clarinet seconds to the trombones croon
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| It moans just like a sinner on revival day
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| That melancholy strain that ever haunting refrain
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| Is like a morning sorrow song
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| Here comes the very part that wraps a spell around my heart
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| It sets me wild to hear that loving tune again, those Memphis Blues |