C
A due took all my money wouldn't let me see the cards  
C                                        G                   C
I owe the boss about a hundred years for sleepin' in his backyard  
C
I'm goin' to Memphis (yeah Memphis) yeah I'm goin' to Memphis (now)  

C                        F
Like a bitter weed I'm a bad seed 
F   C
But when that levee's thru and I am too  
C                               G               C
Let the honky tonk roll on come mornin' I'll be gone  
C
I'm goin' to Memphis yeah Memphis  

C
I never been to Chicago but it must be a mighty fine place (that's right)  
C                                       G                  C
I couldn't get past Tennessee with Mississippi all over my face (uh huh)  
C
I'm goin' to Memphis (that's right Lord Memphis)  

         C/                 C/       G/             C/
Well the freezin' ground at night is my own foldin' bed  
C/               C/                    G/               C
Polk salad is my bread and meat and it will be till I'm dead  

C
Well I brought me a little water in a Mr Prince Albert can  
C                                           G                   C
But the bossman caught me drinkin' it and I believe he broke my hand (hm hm)  

C
They all call me crazy for sassin' Mr Scott  
C                                            G           C
My brother was killed for a deed I did but I disremember what (yeah)  
C
Well another boy is down the shovel burned him out  
C                           G                      C
Let me stand on his body to see what the shoutin's about  
C
I'm goin' to Memphis yeah I'm goin' to Memphis hmm  

Like a bitter weed I'm a bad seed 
But when the levee's thru and I am too  
Let the honky tonk roll on come mornin' I'll be gone  
I'm goin' to Memphis yeah Memphis