There’s a place, that I know,
Where all the, Blues Men go.
It’s a town that can be cruel.
It’s a place, makes a fool.
But when it’s said and done,
She’s still a lot of fun.
Like a girl, I once knew,
Yes I still, love her too.
Memphis I still love you.
Memphis, my love is true.
Memphis, I need your touch.
Memphis, miss you so much.
Memphis, what can I do,
To make you love me too?
Memphis I still love you.
Memphis, my love, my love will do, anything for you.
Met me at rendezvous.
That’s where, our love was new.
I will, always be true.
I’ll never make you blue.
Come on, girl take my hand.
I long, to be your man.
Memphis I still love you.
Memphis, my love, my love will do, anything for you.
Memphis I still love you.
Memphis, my love this true.
Memphis, I can’t let go.
Your eyes they haunt me so.
I long, to hear you say.
Come on back here to stay.
Memphis I still love you.
Memphis, my love, my love will do, anything for you.
Memphis I still, love you.
A. L. Shipman Jr. 4-15-2005
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