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By townes van zandt |
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Goin' down to memphis |
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Maybe get my ashes hauled |
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I can drive me a car |
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But i don't need no car at all |
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I beleive i'll ride that memphis cannon ball |
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She runs so fast |
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You can't catch her from behind |
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Ah, she runs so fast |
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You can't catch her from behind |
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But i'll be there waitin' |
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For that little memphis girl of mine |
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Why i left |
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Guess i'll never know |
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Why i left |
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Man, i guess i'll never know |
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Sittin' here thinkin' |
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I'm one dumb-ass so and so |
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I'm headed back |
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That memphis train |
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She leaves real soon |
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The memphis train |
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Sound like she leaves real soon |
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Got nothin' to guide me |
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'cept the color of the moon |
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Hangin' over memphis |
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Headed down |
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Where the mississippi runs |
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Boys i'm headed home |
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Back where the mississippi runs |
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I hear there's some lovin' there |
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Try to get me some |
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Headed down to memphis |
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Maybe get my ashes hauled |
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Just don't know |
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Why i ever left at all |
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I'm gettin' on that train, man, |
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I ain't even gonna call |
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Be there 'fore the break of day |
