I've been struggling up here, child, trying to make a
livingEverybody wants to take, nobody like givingI wish I was in
Memphis back home there with my MamaThe only clothes I got left
that ain't rags is my pajamasNo brotherly love, no help, no
dangerJust a great big town full of cold hearted strangersI went
hungry in New York and Chicago was no betterBut today, my dear
mother wrote and told me in her letterSon, come back to Memphis
and live here with your MamaYou can walk down Beale Street,
honey, wearing your pajamasYou know home folks here, we let do
just what you want toAnd I born you and raised you right here on
the cornerI'm going to leave here in the morning and walk
down to the stationI've got just enough money to pay my
transportationI'm going back to Memphis, back home with my
MamaIf I have to ride that bus barefooted in pajamasBack home in
Memphis, no moaning and groaningI know everything will be all
right in the morning
Send "Back To Memphis" Ringtone to your Cell 
