LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeGoing To Memphis
Bring a drink of water Leroy bring a drink of water (no)If I could get to mercy man he's give me some I knowI got a gal in Vickburg Bertha is her nameWish I's tied to Bertha instead of this ball and chainI'm goin' to Memphis (that's right Lord) yeah (uh huh)But dues took all my money wouldn't let me see the cardsI owen the boss about a hundred years for sleepin' in his backyardI'm goin' to Memphis (yeah Memphis) yeah I'm goin' to Memphis (now)Like a bitter weed I'm a bad seed but when that levee's thru and I am tooLet the honky tonk roll on come mornin' I'll be goneI'm goin' to Memphis yeah MemphisI never been to Chicago but it must be a mighty fine place (that's right)I couldn't get past Tennessee with Mississippi all over my face (uh huh)I'm goin' to Memphis (that's right Lord Memphis)Well the freezin' ground at night is my own foldin' bedPolk salad is my bread and meat and it will be till I'm deadWell I brought me a little water in a Mr Prince Albert canBut the bossman caught me drinkin' it and I believe he broke my hand (hm hm)They all call me crazy for sassin' Mr ScottMy brother was killed for a deed I did but I disremember what (yeah)Well another boy is down the shovel burned him outLet me stand on his body to see what the shoutin's aboutI'm goin' to Memphis yeah I'm goin' to Memphis hmmLike a bitter weed...
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