Memphis; The Blues (feat. John Moreland)
Rain started fallin' on the roof that mornin'
It was early summertime
We fogged up the rear window of my '67
Three-hundred, in-line
My lungs have been hurtin' and it's likely my liver has taken a lickin' too
Them Beale Street boys are handy with a clap on four and two
The thrill is gone so slow and easy, won't you love me tender?
The way you move's a drug and I am on a life-long bender
So rest them tired eyes and let your dress fall to the ground
We're the only ones left who love Otis in this town
I need you like Memphis, the blues
I need you like Memphis, the blues
Cracked up skies tried on a couple lives to find the one that fit
Cold wind comin' and the heat quit runnin' but you keep my candle lit
Pictures on the wall say it all with the kinda conviction, make a river burn
You got a skeleton key on a chain around your neck, I got a chain around my heart
Church bells ringing in the air down the hill from the house where you were born
I said, "Baby, don't you think we ought to live a little bit before Gabriel blows his horn?"
I need you like Memphis, the blues
I need you like Memphis, the blues
I need you like Memphis, the blues
I need you like Memphis, the blues
I need you like Memphis, the blues
I need you like Memphis, the blues
Yeah, we should just
Fuck it, yeah, I'm in
It was early summertime
We fogged up the rear window of my '67
Three-hundred, in-line
My lungs have been hurtin' and it's likely my liver has taken a lickin' too
Them Beale Street boys are handy with a clap on four and two
The thrill is gone so slow and easy, won't you love me tender?
The way you move's a drug and I am on a life-long bender
So rest them tired eyes and let your dress fall to the ground
We're the only ones left who love Otis in this town
I need you like Memphis, the blues
I need you like Memphis, the blues
Cracked up skies tried on a couple lives to find the one that fit
Cold wind comin' and the heat quit runnin' but you keep my candle lit
Pictures on the wall say it all with the kinda conviction, make a river burn
You got a skeleton key on a chain around your neck, I got a chain around my heart
Church bells ringing in the air down the hill from the house where you were born
I said, "Baby, don't you think we ought to live a little bit before Gabriel blows his horn?"
I need you like Memphis, the blues
I need you like Memphis, the blues
I need you like Memphis, the blues
I need you like Memphis, the blues
I need you like Memphis, the blues
I need you like Memphis, the blues
Yeah, we should just
Fuck it, yeah, I'm in
Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Lane Bryan, John Moreland
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