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[A] [D] [A] [E7] [A]
[A]I been strugglin' up here just tryin' to make a livin'.
Everybody wants to take and nobody likes givin'.
I wish [D]I's back in Memphis, back home with my Momma.
The only [A]clothes I got left are these rags and my pjamas.
Yeah no [E7]brotherly love and no help with no danger.
This's a [A]great big town full of cold hearted strangers.
[A]I went hungry into Georgia, Chicago was no better.
Well today my dear mother wrote and told me in Atlanta.
Said come [D]on back to Memphis and they'll help you raise your Momma.
You can [A]walk down Beale Street, honey wearing your pjamas.
You know [E7]folks down here they let you do just like you wanna.
And I [A]born you and raised you, right here on the corner.
[A] [D] [A] [E7] [A]
[A]I'm gonna get up in the mornin', goin' to the bus station.
I got just enough money you know to reach my destination.
I'm goin' [D]back to Memphis, back home to my Momma.
I'm gonna [A]ride that bus barefoot in my pjamas.
Yeah I'm [E7]goin' back to Memphis, no moanin' and a groanin'.
I know [A]everything'll be alright in the mornin'.
[A] [D] [A] [E7] [A]
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