Memphis Afternoon

The old men play in Handy Square
On a Wednesday afternoon
On old guitars, near sleeping bars
They play the Memphis Blues
They drink cheap beer out of plastic cups
And play the music loud
The people come from miles around
To hear that Memphis Sound
Life is hard, but life is good
Sometimes it don’t turn out like it should
That’s why the people love to hear us sing the Blues
On a Memphis afternoon
The soul of W. C. Handy
Keeps an eye on Beale St.
He’s the Father of the Blues
He knows all the tunes
On a Memphis afternoon
Old Cindy passes the bucket
As she dances around the square
She does a good job of gettin' money
From the tourists sittin' there
Life is hard, but life is good
Sometimes it don’t turn out like it should
That’s why the people love to hear us sing the Blues
On a Memphis afternoon
I thought my heart would break that day in Memphis
I prayed for God to take controlLife is hard, but life is good
Sometimes it don’t turn out like it should
That’s why the people love to hear us sing the Blues
On a Memphis afternoon
On a Memphis afternoon
On a Memphis afternoon