I'm riding on that Memphis special
I'm riding on that Memphis train
I'm on my way to see my daughter
And I will never meet her again
That was so used to make me lonesome
And now it seems to sing a song
It's singing about my blue-eyed daughter
And how she's waiting for some more
Please, engineer, open the throttle
Firm and shovel on the coal
And when that porter hollers memphian
Her smiling face comes in once more
I'm riding on that Memphis special
I'm riding on that Memphis train
I'm on my way to see my daughter
And I will never meet her again
© transcript Emily Beynon
