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
