Lirieke: Joe Jackson. Memphis.

Memphis, where the hell is Memphis?

I got to get away, study my geography
I'm just a shadow of the boy I used to be
I used to see the light, now it's all a mystery
I used to feel the beat, now I feel a million miles from

Memphis, where the hell is Memphis?

I used dirty words never too excessively
But saying rock 'n' roll never seemed so bad to me
I wanna settle in hip and happy company
I was in and out in a second on my way to

Memphis, where the hell is Memphis?

Memphis, so where the hell is Memphis?

I had a one-way ticket and a little radio
I turned it on, heard the sound from twenty years ago
Somebody smiled and said, that's the only way to go
He died at twenty-one, now nobody's innocent in

Memphis, where the hell is Memphis?

Somebody turned around, said, I got to disagree
He wrote that sort of turn people out to anarchy
He made them think about Marlon Brando on TV
I guess they still went down against anything they got in

Memphis, where the hell is Memphis?

I met a wise old man, he had longer hair than me
He said, ?Memphis is nothing like it used to be?
A hundred dead guitarists lying in the cemetery
I felt a sudden chill, now I'm not so sure about

Memphis, where the hell is Memphis?

I'm on a lonesome train, on a lonesome track
I guess I'll jump right off, head for home, double back
And though I'm better now I know that no one knows the facts
I guess I'll start again, forget I ever heard about

Memphis, where the hell is
Where the hell is
Where the hell is
Where the hell is Memphis?