Walking in Memphis is a song composed and recorded by Marc Cohn in 1991. It was inspired by Cohns visit to Memphis, Tennessee, and narrates the rich musical heritage of the city, including references to Elvis Presley and Beale Street. The song is a personal account of Cohns experiences and interactions with the city and its music.
Put on my blue suede shoes, And I board-ed 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 Mem—phis, But do I really feel the way I feel?
Saw the ghost of El—vis, On Union Ave—nue. Followed him up to the gates of Grace—land, Then I watched him walk right through. Now se—curity they did not see him, They just hovered 'round his tomb. But there's a pretty little thing, Wait—ing for the King. Down in the Jungle Room,
When I was walking in Mem—phis, I was Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale. Walking in Mem—phis But 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 Mem—phis
Now, Muriel plays piano Every Friday at the Holly-wood And they brought me down to see her And they asked me if I would Do a little num-ber And I sang with all my might And she said, "Tell me are you a Christian child?" And I said,"Ma'am I am to-night"
Walking in Mem—phis, (Walking in Memphis) I was walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale. (Walk, walk, walk) Walking in Mem—phis, (Walking in Memphis) But do I really feel the way I feel? (Walk, walk, walk) Walking in Mem—phis, (Walking in Memphis) I was Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale. (Walk, walk, walk) But 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 pour—ing rain.