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Memphis (Part 3)


We went once together, spent the night in a van
in the parking lot of the Peabody Hotel, trying to understand.


And you bought some fireworks from the back of a truck
full of rabbits feet and trinkets meant to bring good luck.


The old woman stopped us as we started for home
to tell us stories full of old heroes she pretended to know (no, no)…


You can follow the river, you can follow the tracks.
I'm packing up my car and I'm aiming it at Memphis,
but I'm afraid I can't get back.


Had whiskey in our bellies, and blues in our ears
I swear I saw a thousand ghosts on the river before it all disappeared.


A shotglass and a postcard,a Tennessee highway map,
we went all the way up and down Union twice, looking for the ramp.


Said look, kids, there's Sun Records, and there it is again,
and we laughed each time we passed it, but we could not go in.


You can follow the river, you can follow the tracks.
I'm packing up my car and I'm aiming it at Memphis
but I'm afraid I can't get back.


Now I guess I have to face Memphis without you,
'cause I hear her calling out my name again, and I still haven't found you.


I'll cross that last bridge, and see the lights in the river,
& I'll tell Memphis I wish I had something I could give her.


'Cause when that last evening disappears up in flames,
I just hope I'm awake to see it, 'cause it'll never be the same... again


You can follow the river, you can follow the tracks
I'm packing up my car and I'm aiming it at Memphis
but I'm afraid I can't get back
...

there

 

[lyrics © 2003 Abby Lane]


Reach for the Water. 2004.


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