Memphis

I want to tell a story
Bout a place that I have been
I wouldn’t believed it
Cause it seemed just like a dream

I strolled down hill on Beale Street
I had a drink or four
A cobble stone paved alleyway
Led me to a door

Where a woman knew my name
Though I’d never seen her face
But she offered me a game of chance
As she pulled me in her place

They dipped me in the MoJo of the mighty Mississippi
And hung me out to dry

Strange things hanging on the wall
Was like I’d never seen
As I sipped the potion she gave me
I fell into a dream

They dipped me in the MoJo of the mighty Mississippi
And hung me out to dry

It was two days later
When I was safely at home my har
mahhhh-nica fell from my coat
It had a kinda glow

It seen a little hot to the touch
A little muddy too
But when I picked it up to play
You never heard such blues