Walking In Memphis (Letra)
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 girl can be
Then I’m walking in Memphis
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
(Chorus)
They’re got catfish on the table
They’re got gospel in the air
And Reverend Green be glad to see you
When you haven’t got a prayer
But boy you’re got a prayer in Memphis
Now Muriel plays piano Every Friday at the Hollywood
And they brought me down to see him
And they asked me if I would – Do a little number
And I sang with all my might And he said –
Tell me are you a Christian child?
And I said Man I am tonight
(Chorus)
