Walking In Memphis Lyrics

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 boy can be

Then I’m walking in Memphis
I was 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 round his tomb
But there's a pretty little thing waiting for the King
Down in the jungle room

When I was walking in Memphis
I was walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis, but do I really feel the way I feel

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

Now Muriel plays piano every Friday at the Hollywood
And they brought me down to see her
And they asked me if I would do a little number
And I sang with all my might, she said
Tell me are you a Christian child
And I said Ma’am I am tonight

Walking in Memphis
I was walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis, but do I really feel the way I feel

Walking in Memphis
I was walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis, but do I really feel the way I feel

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
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain

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