Lyrics:

Put on my blue suede shoes and IBoarded the planeTouched down in the land of the Delta BluesIn the middle of the pouring rainW.C. HandyWon''t you look down over meYeah, I got a first class ticketBut I''m as blue as a boy can beThen I''m walking in MemphisI was walking with my feet ten feet off of BealeWalking in MemphisBut do I really feel the way I feel?I saw the ghost of ElvisOn Union AvenueFollowed him up to the gates of GracelandThen I watched him walk right throughNow, security did not see himThey just hovered ''round his tombBut there''s a pretty little thingWaiting for the KingDown in the jungle roomWhen I was walking in MemphisI was walking with my feet ten feet off of BealeWalking in MemphisBut do I really feel the way I feel?Now, they''ve got catfish on the tableThey''ve got gospel in the airAnd Reverend Green, be glad to see youWhen you haven''t got a prayerBut boy you got a prayer in MemphisNow, Muriel plays pianoEvery Friday at the HollywoodAnd they brought me down to see herAnd they asked me if I wouldDo a little numberAnd I sang with all my mightShe said, ''Tell me are you a Christian, child?''And I said, ''Ma''am, I am tonight!''Walking in Memphis (Walking in Memphis)I was walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale (oh, oh, oh)Walking in Memphis (Walking in Memphis)But do I really feel the way I feel?Walking in Memphis (Walking in Memphis)I was walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale (oh, oh, oh)Walking in Memphis (Walking in Memphis)But do I really feel the way I feel?Put on my blue suede shoes and IBoarded the planeTouched down in the land of the Delta BluesIn the middle of the pouring rainTouched down in the land of the Delta BluesIn the middle of the pouring rain