If I never saw you
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You'd still live in my dreams
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Calling out from stages
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And music magazines
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If I were a painter
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You'd be green and gold
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Carved out of matches
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But broken out of stone
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Taken from the fire of your fiddle
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Words of unspoken, blinding truth
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If I couldn't see it, I was lost in my youth
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But I'm going back to Memphis - after you.
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If I could have seen you
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With blood on your bones
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Poison in your fingers
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But music in your soul
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You could have been my lover
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Taught me everything I know
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But now we are your children
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Your flowers in the snow
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But all you ever wanted was to see the heart of the city, oh
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And all you ever got was hand to mouth
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So I know you'll be walking for a long, long time
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Cause you're going back to Memphis - heading South.
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Brothers till the night came
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And whispered in the pines
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Tempting me with secrets
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To play a game with time
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Now I feel you in the walls
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And I know you're in the air
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And it's just like I can touch you
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You're living everywhere
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But all you ever wanted was to be in the heart of the city, oh
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And all you ever got was handed out
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So I know we'll be walking for a long, long time
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Cause we're going back to Memphis - heading South
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Going back to Memphis - heading South.
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Back To Memphis
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Levon Helm |