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I met a boy in Memphis
Playing his guitar on Beale
I swear he left me breathless
As soon as he laid his eyes on me

The bar was nearly empty
He brought me up to sing a while
He played soft and gently
While I serenaded his smile

Oh love will come, love will go
But my heart always tries to keep hold
And if I don’t remind it to forget this
Well it might stay behind in Memphis, oh

The melody told our stories
As treble conversed with the bass
The rhythm painted our glory
And the blues described our mistakes

Oh love will come, love will go
But my heart always tries to keep hold
And if I don’t remind it to forget this
Well it might stay behind in Memphis, oh

I drove away the next morning
I’d already stayed too long
The journey gave no warning
That a part of me would never come home

Oh love will come, love will go
But my heart always tries to keep hold
It fought with my mind so I left it
Behind with a boy in Memphis

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