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Memphis in June |
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A shady veranda |
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Under Sunday blue sky |
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Memphis in June |
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And my cousin Miranda |
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She's making a blueberry pie |
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I can see the clock outside |
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A-ticking and a-tocking |
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Everything so peaceful and dandy |
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I can see my grand mama |
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'Cross the street still a rocking |
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Watching all the neighbors go by, oh my |
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Memphis in June |
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Sweet oleander |
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Blowing perfume in the air everywhere |
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Up jumps the moon |
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To make it so much grander |
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It's paradise, honey |
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Take my advice, honey |
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'Cause there's nothing like old Memphis in June |
