Low down dealin's in Memphis
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A card game in a back room
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I was lookin' at my last dollar
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Hopin' lady luck would come by soon
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I played out on the east side
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Till I heard my reputation was in doubt
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It was starting to look like a bad ride
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It looked like time for gettin' out
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They raised the betting limit
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The cards were falling fast
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I bet away my future,
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I already lost my past
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Now I can't go back to Memphis
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I played out every game
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I can't go back to Memphis
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Everybody knows my name
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Too many people wanna even out the score
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And I can't go back to Memphis no more
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I did my best to beat the system
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But the system put me back in my palace
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They maintained a delicate balance
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Where no one got in nobody's face
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I was tryin' to make a dollar
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Just survivin' in the street
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I fought the gangs, I fought the law
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But they both had me beat
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Now I can't go back to Memphis
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I played out every game
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I can't go back to Memphis
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Everybody knows my name
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Too many people wanna even out the score
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And I can't go back to Memphis no more
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I can't go back to Memphis
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I can't go back to Memphis
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No, no, I can't go back to Memphis
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No, no, no, no I can't go back to Memphis
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No, no, no, no
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Too many people wanna even out the score
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And I can't go back to Memphis no more
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Can't Go Back To Memphis
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| Bachman-Turner Overdrive |
