by Townes Van Zandt
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Goin' down to Memphis
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maybe get my ashes hauled
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I can drive me a car
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but I don't need no car at all
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I beleive I'll ride that Memphis cannon ball
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She runs so fast
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you can't catch her from behind
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ah, she runs so fast
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you can't catch her from behind
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but I'll be there waitin'
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for that little Memphis girl of mine
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Why I left
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guess I'll never know
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Why I left
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man, I guess I'll never know
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sittin' here thinkin'
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I'm one dumb-ass so and so
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I'm headed back
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that Memphis train
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she leaves real soon
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the Memphis train
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sound like she leaves real soon
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got nothin' to guide me
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'cept the color of the moon
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hangin' over Memphis
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Headed down
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where the Mississippi runs
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boys I'm headed home
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back where the Mississippi runs
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I hear there's some lovin' there
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try to get me some
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Headed down to Memphis
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maybe get my ashes hauled
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just don't know
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why I ever left at all
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I'm gettin' on that train, man,
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I ain't even gonna call
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be there 'fore the break of day
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Goin' down to Memphis
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Townes Van Zandt |