going back to memphis

i've been struggling up here

just trying to make a living

everybody wants to take

nobody likes giving

i wish i was back in memphis back home with my mama

the only clothes i got left that ain't rags is my pajamas

no brotherly love

no help

no danger

just a great big town full of cold hearted strangers

i went hungry in new york

chicago was no better

but today

my dear mother wrote and told me in her letter

son

come home back to memphis and live here with your mama

you can walk down beale street

honey

wearing your pajamas

you know folks down here

we let do just what you want to

and i born you and raised you right here on the corner

i'm going to leave here in the morning and walk down to the station

i've got just enough money to reach my destination

i'm going back to memphis

back home with my mama

if i have to ride that bus barefooted in pajamas

back home in memphis

no moaning and groaning

i know everything will be all right in the morning