Memphis

We sat on the porch
With that rain coming down
It stirred up that dust
And it turned it to mud
The counting blocks boys were scraping their knives
They brought Texas dancing boots to kick your black hide

We hid behind the creaking porch swing
Refusing to move 'til they
Cleared the air

You buried me in the weight of your arms
But I did not cry at all
Not at all
Not at all

The day’s dragging this back door to hell
As Lucas swings in the death tree
Oh, you were beautiful then
Not yourself at all

Your annoying voice
Your charity gone
The crumpled postcard
That bears your name

Your arms around my neck
Are as tight as a rope
That burns Lucas' neck
Let it swing
Oh, let it swing
Swing
Let it swing
Swing

You look pathetic in this crazy light
With your makeup gone
Your hair pulled back
You live your life like your mother did
As a drunken black bitch with mongrel skin
I bought you Texas dancing boots
To kick your black hide

Memphis, Memphis, Memphis
Yeah, Memphis

Alright
Memphis, Memphis, Memphis, yeah
Yeah, Memphis

Woo!
Memphis, Memphis, Memphis
Yeah, Memphis

Oh yeah
Memphis, Memphis, Memphis
Yeah, Memphis

Memphis, Memphis, Memphis
Yeah, Memphis

All right
It's Memphis, Memphis, Memphis
Yeah, Memphis

Memphis, Memphis, Memphis
Yeah, Memphis

Oh, Memphis, Memphis, Memphis
Yeah, Memphis

All right
Memphis, Memphis, Memphis
Yeah, Memphis

Memphis!
Yeah, Memphis

Memphis! Memphis!
Yeah, Memphis

All right
Memphis, Memphis, Memphis
Yeah, Memphis

Memphis, Memphis, Memphis
Yeah, Memphis