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.

Then I'm 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?

I saw the ghost of Elvis,
On Union Avenue.
Followed him up to the gates of Graceland
Then I watched him walk right through.
Now, security did not see him
They just hovered round his tomb.
But there's a pretty little thing
Waiting for the king
And she's down in the jungle room

When I was 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?

Now, they've got catfish on the table
They've got gospel in the air,
The Reverend Green, be glad to see you
When you have not got a prayer
But boy you got a prayer in Memphis

Now, Muriel plays piano
Every Friday down at the Hollywood
And they brought me down, they brought me down to see her
And they asked me if I would
Do a little number
And I sang with all my might
She said, 'Tell me are you a Christian, child?'
And I said, 'Ma'am, I am tonight!'

Yeah, I'm walking in Memphis
I'm walking with my feet ten feet off of 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 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

Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain