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