rafters with carefree young people, many of whom we have already encountered at the studio and at Schwab's. Several of the GUESTS cluster around the piano
We know dice hit want cream fold, for two green five six seelo and the ego (yeah) So how you flipping grams yo (uh uh) I'm touching keys like pianos to
There was a boy who came into this world At the hands of a holy woman in a holy place He wore a red coat and walked a bulldog Saw them reflected in the
first class ticket, but I'm as blue as a boy can be Then I'm walking in Memphis Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale Walking in Memphis But do
a couple grand-d-d Never gonna see the day that I ain't got the upper hand I'm respected from California way down to Japan I'm a real producer and you just the piano
the day that I ain't got the upper hand I'm respected from Californ-I-A, all the way down to Japan I'm a real producer and you just a piano man Your songs
hear The record I bought you by the Platters that year I walked up the front steps but stopped at the door There's nothing for me in there anymore [ piano
go up north to play at his funeral And his wife is there In some chapel she's picked out And there's not even an organ I have to play on some broken upright piano
off Into the air Into the air Into the air Into the air Up in the air We're in the air Up in the air Up in the air I used to worry about
I got a first class ticket But I'm as blue as a girl can be Then I'm walking in Memphis Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale Walking in Memphis
first class ticket But I'm as blue as a boy can be [Chorus:] Then I'm walking in Memphis Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale Walking in Memphis
around Day dream, why do you haunt me so Deep in a rosy glow The face of my love you show Day dream, I walk along on air Building a castle there For
, I got a handle on that. With the ball I cross over. Put your hands up on that We in a Jeep, not a Rover got a problem with that? Well you can walk It
I miss you most of all And my arms keep reaching for you my eyes keep searching for you My lips keep calling for you and my shoes keep walking back to you [ guitar - piano