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Somewhere South Of Memphis

	作曲 : Blazy, Houser
	Well, I need a sip of muddy water
	From my daddy's wishin' well
	Scattered his ashes on the delta
	From here on
	I'll be drinkin' by myself
	Where pink
	Cadillacs and blue suede shoes
	Meet steel guitars and new grass blues
	The music there, it ain't turned into business
	Tonight I'll be somewhere south of
	MemphisWhere the cotton grows from the
	Mississippi mud
	And the blues runs deep in your blood
	I love this land with
	God as my witness
	I'll live and die somewhere south of
	MemphisWell,
	I've seen my share of big ol' cities
	But I couldn't wait to get back home
	Well, they'll play you a, a front porch song for free
	That reminds you that they ain't been free for long
	Where them juke joints jump on a
	Friday night
	And you don't need a gun to settle no fight
	And come Sunday mornin', hell, you'll be beggin' for forgiveness
	That's just life somewhere south of
	MemphisWhere the cotton grows from the
	Mississippi mud
	And the blues runs deep in your blood
	I love this land with
	God as my witness
	I'll live and die somewhere south of
	MemphisYeah, where the cotton grows from the
	Mississippi mud
	And the blues runs deep in your blood
	Well, I love this land with
	God as my witness
	Well, I'll live and die
	I'll said
	I'll, I'll live and die somewhere south of
	MemphisThat's just life

	zuò qǔ : Blazy, Houser
	Well, I need a sip of muddy water
	From my daddy' s wishin' well
	Scattered his ashes on the delta
	From here on
	I' ll be drinkin' by myself
	Where pink
	Cadillacs and blue suede shoes
	Meet steel guitars and new grass blues
	The music there, it ain' t turned into business
	Tonight I' ll be somewhere south of
	MemphisWhere the cotton grows from the
	Mississippi mud
	And the blues runs deep in your blood
	I love this land with
	God as my witness
	I' ll live and die somewhere south of
	MemphisWell,
	I' ve seen my share of big ol' cities
	But I couldn' t wait to get back home
	Well, they' ll play you a, a front porch song for free
	That reminds you that they ain' t been free for long
	Where them juke joints jump on a
	Friday night
	And you don' t need a gun to settle no fight
	And come Sunday mornin', hell, you' ll be beggin' for forgiveness
	That' s just life somewhere south of
	MemphisWhere the cotton grows from the
	Mississippi mud
	And the blues runs deep in your blood
	I love this land with
	God as my witness
	I' ll live and die somewhere south of
	MemphisYeah, where the cotton grows from the
	Mississippi mud
	And the blues runs deep in your blood
	Well, I love this land with
	God as my witness
	Well, I' ll live and die
	I' ll said
	I' ll, I' ll live and die somewhere south of
	MemphisThat' s just life