{intro}
Looking at you through a misty moonlight, katydids sing like a symphony
Porch swing swaying like a Tenn. lullaby, melody blowing thru the willow tree
What was I s'posed to do, standing there looking at you
Lonely boy far from home
Maybe it was Memphis, maybe it was southern summer nights
Maybe it was you, maybe it was me, but it sure felt right
Read about you in a Faulkner novel, met you once in a Williams play
Maybe it was you, maybe it was me, but it sure felt right
Ohhh, you know it sure felt right
Oh, maybe it was Memphis
Maybe it was Memphis
Maybe it was Memphis
Maybe it was Memphis But it sure felt right {repeat/fade}
* It's probably actually played in A with no capo, but I find it easier in G.