Back To Memphis

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F7
I've been struggling up here, child, trying to make a living
F7
Everybody wants to take, nobody like giving
       Bb7
I wish I was in Memphis back home there with my Mama
         F7
The only clothes I got left that ain't rags is my pajamas
   C7
No brotherly love, no help, no danger
       F7
Just a great big town full of cold hearted strangers

F7
I went hungry in New York and Chicago was no better
F7
But today, my dear mother wrote and told me in her letter
          Bb7
Son, come on back to Memphis and live here with your Mama
        F7
You can walk down Beale Street, honey, wearing your pajamas
         C7
You know home folks here, we let do just what you want to
    F7
And I born you and raised you right here on the corner

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F7
I'm gonna leave here in the morning and walk down to the station
F7
I've got just enough money to pay my transportation
    Bb7
I'm going back to Memphis, back home with my Mama
             F7
If I have to ride that bus barefooted in pajamas
     C7
Back home in Memphis, no moaning and groaning
       F7
I know everything will be all right in the morning

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