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Folks I've just been down, down to Memphis town |
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That's where the people smile, smile on you all the while |
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Hospitality, they were good to me |
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I couldn't spend a dime and had the grandest time |
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I went out a dancing with a Tennessee dear |
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They had a fellow named Handy with a band you should hear |
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And while the folks gently swayed |
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All them boys began to play in real harmony |
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I never will forget that tune they call |
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Handy's Memphis Blues, oh yes, those blues |
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They've got a trumpet man leading the band |
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And folks, he sure blow some horn |
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And when the clarinet seconds to the trombones croon |
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It moans just like a sinner on Revival Day |
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That melancholy strain that ever haunting refrain |
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Is like a morning sorrow song |
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Here comes the very part that wraps a spell around my heart |
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It sets me wild to hear that loving tune again, those Memphis Blues |
