put on my blue suede shoes and i boarded the plane

aye carumba! i need to get the flock outta here. we leave at 10 p.m. tonight and i have roughly 394 things left to do. if i can just get there i know everything will be swell. right?

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6 Comments

  1. heather 05.Feb.03 at 2:17 pm

    it’ll be awesome!

    i really wish i could remember the name of the place on beale street we ate at when i was there. the bus-boy (bus-man, really) kept picking on me just to get me to blush. the food wasn’t too bad, either, if i recall.

  2. Thomas 05.Feb.03 at 2:58 pm

    Bye, pretty Jodi. I hope you have oodles of fun.

  3. jo 24.Apr.03 at 8:37 am

    im sorry i dont know what this site is about or anything but i did a search on google for a song, that i can only remember one line of, and this site came up. Could you PLEASE tell me the name of that song that starts “put on my blue suede shoes and i boarded the plane?” i would be so greatful. it has been annoying me for ages. thanks
    jo

  4. Bonny 24.Apr.03 at 11:08 am

    It’s from a MarcCohn song, “Walking In Memphis”:

    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,
    Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale.
    Walking in Memphis.
    Boy, 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.

    I’m walking in Memphis,
    Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale.
    Walking in Memphis.
    Boy, 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.

    But, boy, you’ve got a prayer in Memphis.
    I’m walking in Memphis,
    Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale.
    Walking in Memphis.
    Boy, do I really feel the way I feel.

    Now Muriel plays piano
    Every Friday at the Hollywood.
    And they brought me down to see her
    And they asked me if I would
    Do a little number,
    And I sang with all my might,
    And she said,
    “Tell me are you a Christian child?”
    And I said, “Ma’am, I am tonight.”

    I’m walking in Memphis,
    Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale.
    Walking in Memphis.
    Boy, 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.
    – Marc Cohn

  5. bruce 24.Mar.04 at 7:18 am

    I send snippets of this song back and forth to a friend every year or so, but I’ve never read the entire lyric sheet. It brought a tear and a smile. Thanks.

  6. Donna 08.Nov.04 at 9:26 am

    As odd as it seems i as well was looking for the song by search and found this site. It was driving me crazy looking for this song, so Thanks!!