Paul Anka Walking In Memphis lyrics

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?
Yeah, I got a first class ticket
But I'm as blue as a boy can be

Walking in Memphis
Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel?

I saw the ghost of Elvis on Union Avenue
I followed him up to the gates of Graceland
Watched him walk right through

Now security, they did not see him
They just hovered around his tomb
But there's a pretty little thing waiting for the king
She's down in the Jungle Room

And I'm walking in Memphis
Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way that I feel?

They got catfish on the table
They got gospel in the air
And Reverend Green, he'd be glad to see you
When you haven't got a prayer

You got a prayer in Memphis

Now Muriel, she plays piano
That's every Friday at the Hollywood
They brought me down there to see her
And they, they asked me if I would
And I said, "Sure I'd do a little number"

And I sang with all of my might
And she said
"Tell me are you a Christian child?"
And I said, "Ma'am, I am tonight"

Walking in Memphis
I'm walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis
But do I feel the way I feel?

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?

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
I touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
It was in the middle of the pouring rain