This cold and windy city
Has got the best of me Its time to pack and move right back
To Memphis, Tennessee
Chorus:
I’m moving back to Memphis
I’m moving back to Memphis
I’m moving back to Memphis
To sing the Beale Street blues
There’s snow on my doorstep
My heating bills run high
My furnace blew at half-past two
I think I’m gonna die
Chorus:
I’ve only got a suitcase
And a guitar to my name
But that’s enough, I’ll pack my stuff
And move out just the same
Chorus:
The streets are frozen solid
Its forty-two below
My dog went outside to squat
Got frozen to the snow
Chorus:
I see the Mississippi
And the Beale Street city lights
I hear the blues playing
And that makes things alright