Goin' Down to Memphis

Written by: 
J. Martyn
1 Dec 1968

Now when I woke up this morning,
My wife she drove me from my door.
When I woke up this morning,
Wife she drove me from my door.
Said go away sweet daddy,
I don't need you no more.

I turned around, mama,
Honey, what's the matter now?
Won't you turn around mama,
Won't you tell me, what's the matter now.
And I know you don't love me,
Why don't you dig me anyhow.

Hey, hey, mama,
Won't you try me back this one last time?
Please, please, mama,
Won't you try me back this one last time.
And if I don't do this,
You might send me back on down the line.

Now mama,
You might never see my face again.
Now hey, hey, mama,
You might never see my face again.
Goin' way down south to Memphis,
Gonna catch myself a southbound train.

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