| Back in Memphis, she was a pearl
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| She was everyone’s favorite girl
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| Now her eyes have a vacant stare
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| What she wouldn’t give to be livin' back there
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| She married a man when she left home
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| She wanted someone she could call her own
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| He was good to her when he wasn’t drunk
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| He’d hold her and tell her how pretty she looked
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| Back in Memphis where she grew up
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| The life she knew was just not enough
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| Back in Memphis when she was a girl
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| She thought one day she’d own the world
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| She’d look at the TV and magazines
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| And she’d believe all the pictures she’d seen
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| She’d be wearing silk and perfume so sweet
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| But those things don’t mean much out here on the street
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| Back in Memphis, she had fun
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| Goin' around tellin' everyone
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| She was gonna buy dresses that zip up the side
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| And wear red lipstick, have a nice car to drive
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| She bounces her baby on her knee
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| Sayin' maybe today we’ll get lucky, you’ll see
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| I promise it won’t always be like this
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| Come here, sugar, give Momma a kiss
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| Back in Memphis another time
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| Didn’t look like things would turn out fine
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| Back in Memphis when she was a girl
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| She thought one day she’d own the world
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| Back in Memphis she was a pearl |