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.
