I'm leaving here, mama. Don't you want to go?
Because I'm sick and tired of all this ice and snow
When I get back to Memphis, you can bet I'll stay
When I get back to Memphis, you can bet I'll stay
And I ain't gonna leave until the judgment day
I love old Memphis, the place where I was born. (Sure do love it, boy)
I love old Memphis, the place where I was born
Wear my box-back suit and drink my fine old corn
(Ah, if I just had railroad fare! It would be tight like that)
(That would give you the breaks)
(Don't want no breaks. I want a freight)
I wrote my gal a letter way down in Tennessee. (Ah, today)
I wrote my gal a letter way down in Tennessee
Told her I was up here hungry, hurry up and send for me
I'm gonna walk and walk till I walk out all my shoes. (You'll be walking some)
I'm gonna walk and walk till I walk out all of my shoes
Because I got what they call them leaving-here blues
Them leaving-here blues
