That big river's still rollin' through Memphis. And on Beale street they still play the blues. The smokie's still wear their halos. It's heaven on earth in the mornin' dew.
There's that smile again the one I always see. Each time you foul and then step out on me. It's that same old smile that caused my heart to ache. Made it cry a while then finally break.
My daddy was blue collar. He worked for the man all of his life. He showed up when he didn't want to be there. A man of his word, believed in doing things right.