Bring It On Home To Memphis Lyrics - The Traveling Kind - Emmylou Harris & Rodney Crowell

Sweet Lucinda 

Look out your window 

LA freeway just like the man said 

People honking their horns 

Pointing guns at your head 

Sweet Lucinda 

In a land of cotton 

You're not forgotten 

The Mississippi River just rolls on through 

And everybody's wondering what happened to you 

In the land of cotton 

Down on the delta 

Remember your soul 

We're waiting just to welcome you back to the fold 

Tomorrow comes early 

You better get humming 

The whole damn town is gonna know that you're coming 

Bring it on home to Memphis 

Bring it on home to Memphis 

Bring it on home to Memphis 

Bring it on home to Memphis 

Bring it on home and give us a thrill 

Bring it on home honey send me the bill 

Bring it on home to Memphis 

Bring it on home to Memphis 

Beale Street was jumping the day you were born 

W.C. Handy was blowing his horn 

From the bluffs to Mud Island 

The music grew quiet 

Mystery train put a hush on the night 

Fireflies made light of the hot summer breeze 

And the wind was a whisper through the tops of the trees 

Rain started falling 

The river grew lazy 

Bring it on home child you're making us crazy 

We've got hot buttered biscuits 

And dewberry pie 

White-flour gravy 

In an endless supply 

Cucumber salad right out of the ground 

And cold soda water just to wash it all down 

But down on the Delta 

Where cotton is king 

We only want to treat you like a homecoming queen 

Tomorrow comes early 

It's never too late 

The whole damn town is gonna open the gate