Folks, I've just been down, down to Memphis town, that's where the people smile, smile
on you all the while, hospitality, man, it was good to me, I couldn't spend a dime, had
I went out a-dancin' with a Tennessee deer, met a man named Andy with a band you should
hear, and while the dancers swayed, all the fellas played real harmony, I never will forget
the tune they called the Memphis Blues, they got a fiddler there who always slickens his
hair, folks, he sure does pull a mean blow, and when the big bassoon seconds to the trombone
it moves just like a sinner on revival day, that melancholy string, every haunting refrain
is like a southern sorrow song, here comes the very part that wraps the spell around
my heart, it sets me wild to hear that lovin' tune again, the Memphis Blues, Mississippi
River, long, deep, and wide, got myself a rowboat and I pulled for the other side, and
when I heard the music, I could lay it right down and die, oh, you should have heard the
singing, come floatin' out across the tide, get on your fanciest dancin' shoes, and ask
the leader to play the blues, the M-E-M-P-H-I-S, boy, I'm in the Memphis Blues.
I'm in the Memphis Blues.
Thank you, Ella.
Thank you, folks.
Thanks also to the Firehouse Five, too, for some mighty fine blastin' there.