Walking In Memphis

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 W.C. Handy, won't you look down over me? 'Cause I got a first cla*s ticket and I'm as blue as a boy can be I'm walking in Memphis I was walking with my feet ten feet off of beale Walking in Memphis But do I really feel the way I feel? Saw the ghost of Elvis down on Union Avenue Followed him up to the gates of Graceland Then I watched him walk right through Now security they did not see him They just hovered 'round his tomb But there's a pretty little thing waiting for the king Down in the jungle room Walking in Memphis Walking with my feet ten feet off of beale Walking in Memphis 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 You've got a prayer in Memphis Now Muriel plays piano every Friday at the Hollywood And they brought me down to see her and they asked me if I would Do a little number and I sang with all my might She said, "Tell me are you a Christian child?" And I said, "Ma'am I am tonight" Walking in Memphis Walking with my feet ten feet off of beale Walking in Memphis Do I really feel the way I feel? Walking in Memphis Walking with my feet ten feet off of beale Walking in Memphis Do I really feel the way I feel? Oh, walking in Memphis