My Own Private Memphis

[good4somethingbum]

My Own Private MemphisIt’s been too long since I’ve heard what haunts the river thereBut the rhythm of that water ripples everywhereSo I head down to a creek with a jug of Maker's MarkSit by some nightshade, with a pawnshop guitarAnd I play a rhythm wild n free, like the Mississipi calls to me‘neath a red sun-ripened moon the night air just gets hotterI can hear a howlin’ wolf across the muddy waterCos there’s nothin’ like a song for stirring up my sensesThey hide me like Graceland here in my own private MemphisNear the dusty crossroads in the Delta’s cotton bowlThey baptized their rhyme in the Jordan of rock n rollNow I moan at midnight as the brown creek runs alongsingin' tunes I've drawn up from the well of southern songCos my dad had an old turntable, he spun songs with Sun on the labelSo when the wind’s blowin’ soft and midnight’s at its bluestSomehow I hear Charlie Rich and Jerry Lee LewisAnd there’s nothin’ like a song for stirring up my sensesThey hide me like Graceland here in my own private Memphisas that creek rolls on like a mystery trainI know that music will always remain‘neath a red sun-ripened moon the night air just gets hotterI can hear a howlin’ wolf across the muddy waterCos there’s nothin’ like a song for stirring up my sensesThey hide me like Graceland here in my own private Memphis©2008 Al Carmichael/Robert George

[tedsingingfox]

Being Memphis born and raised, I think this ROCKS. Would LOVE to hear this put to music.Ted

[good4somethingbum]

thanks Ted...music's on its way.