On A Corner In Memphis Lyrics - Todd Agnew

Saturday on Beale St. 

With the drunk and the searching 

I hear an old man playing guitar 

I can't make out what he's saying 

But I can tell you that he's suffered 

That he means every word from the bottom 

Of what's left of his heart tonight 

A few hours later, I slip into church 

Singing the songs about Saving Grace 

One guy's nodding off and another hates to be here 

And we all mouth the words to save face 

It's 11:15 on Sunday morning and I wish I was 

On a corner in Memphis listening to the old man 

Singing out his sorrows and laying down his pride 

He's telling me his story or at least his side 

With no need to pretend and nowhere to hide 

'Cause we are all broken here 

And we're are all ashamed 

I couldn't fool you if I wanted to 

Our stories are too much the same 

And what about this Jesus? 

They say He drank with the poor and the blind and the lame 

Do you think He'd like the songs that we sing? 

Or would He feel the same as I do? 

What if Sunday School was on Saturday night? 

On a corner in Memphis, listening to the old man 

Singing out his sorrows and laying down his pride 

He's telling me his story or at least his side 

With no need to pretend and nowhere to hide 

On a corner in Memphis 

What if their heart-breaking cries of pain 

Are the first hymns of tomorrow's saints? 

On a corner in Memphis, we're singing with the old man 

Crying for his sorrows and laying down our pride 

He's telling us our story or at least his side 

With no need to pretend and nowhere to hide 

On a corner in Memphis 

We're singing out our sorrows 

He's telling us his story 

With no need to pretend and nowhere to hide 

On a corner in Memphis