Walking In Memphis Lyrics - Marc Cohn - Marc Cohn

Put on my blue suede shoes 

And I boarded the plane 

Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues 

In the middle of the pouring rain 

W.C. Handy 

Won't you look down over me 

Yeah, I got a first class ticket 

But I'm as blue as a boy can be 

Then I'm walking in Memphis 

Was walking with my feet, ten feet off of Beale 

Walking in Memphis 

But do I really feel the way I feel 

Saw the ghost of Elvis 

On Union Avenue 

Followed him up to the gates of Graceland 

Then I watched him walk right through 

Now security they did not see him 

They just hovered 'round his tomb 

But there's a pretty little thing, waiting for the king 

Down in the Jungle Room 

When I was walking in Memphis 

I was walking with my feet, ten feet off of Beale 

Walking in Memphis 

But do I really feel the way I feel 

They've got catfish on the table 

They've got gospel in the air 

And Reverend Green, be glad to see you 

When you haven't got a prayer 

Boy, you got a prayer in Memphis 

Now Muriel, plays piano 

Every Friday at the Hollywood 

And they brought me down to see her 

And they asked me if I would 

To do a little number 

And I sang with all my might 

She said, "Tell me are you a Christian child?" 

And I said, "Ma'am, I am tonight" 

Walking in Memphis 

(Walking in Memphis) 

I was walking with my feet, ten feet off of Beale 

Walking in Memphis 

(Walking in Memphis) 

But do I really feel the way I feel 

Walking in Memphis 

(Walking in Memphis) 

I was walking with my feet, ten feet off of Beale 

Walking in Memphis 

(Walking in Memphis) 

But do I really feel the way I feel 

Put on my blue suede shoes 

And I boarded the plane 

Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues 

In the middle of the pouring rain 

Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues 

In the middle of the pouring rain