Lyrics: Michael Ball. Walking In Memphis.

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

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

So the ghost of Elvis on Union Avenue
Followed him up to the gates of Graceland
Then I've watched him walk right through

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

When I was walking in Memphis
I was walking with my feet ten feet off a Beale
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel

They've got catfish on the table
They've got gospel in the air

And Reverend Green would be glad to see you
When you haven't got a prayer
But, boy you got a prayer in Memphis

Now Murielle plays piano
Every Friday at the Hollywood
And they took me down to see her
And asked me if I would

Just do a little number,
And so I sang with all my might
She said tell me are you a Christian child
And I said
Mam I am tonight

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

Walking in Memphis
I was walking with my feet ten feet off a Beale
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel
Put on my blue suede shoes