Back To Memphis

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[Verse 1]
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I've been struggling up here, child, trying to make a living
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Everybody wants to take, nobody like giving
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I wish I was in Memphis back home there with my Mama
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The only clothes I got left that ain't rags is my pajamas
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No brotherly love, no help, no danger
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Just a great big town full of cold hearted strangers

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[Verse 2]
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I went hungry in New York and Chicago was no better
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But today, my dear mother wrote and told me in her letter
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Son, come on back to Memphis and live here with your Mama
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You can walk down Beale Street, honey, wearing your pajamas
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You know home folks here, we let do just what you want to
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And I born you and raised you right here on the corner

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[Verse 3]
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I'm gonna leave here in the morning and walk down to the station
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I've got just enough money to pay my transportation
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I'm going back to Memphis, back home with my Mama
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If I have to ride that bus barefooted in pajamas
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Back home in Memphis, no moaning and groaning
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I know everything will be all right in the morning