Bring It on Home to Memphis

Sweet Lucinda
 Look out your window
 LA freeway just like the man said
 People honking their horns
 Pointing guns at your head
 Sweet Lucinda
 In a land of cotton You're not forgotten
 The Mississippi River just rolls on through
 And everybody's wondering what happened to you
 In the land of cotton
 Down on the delta
 Remember your soul
 We're waiting just to welcome you back to the fold
 Tomorrow comes early
 You better get humming
 The whole damn town is gonna know that you're coming
 Bring it on home to Memphis...
 Bring it on home and give us a thrill
 Bring it on home honey send me the bill
 Bring it on home to Memphis...
 Beale Street was jumping the day you were born
 W.C. Handy was blowing his horn
 From the bluffs to Mud Island
 The music grew quiet
 Mystery train put a hush on the night
 Fireflies made light of the hot summer breeze
 And the wind was a whisper through the tops of the trees
 Rain started falling
 The river grew lazy
 Bring it on home child you're making us crazy
 We've got hot buttered biscuits
 Dewberry pie
 White-flour gravy
 In an endless supply
 Cucumber salad right out of the ground
 And cold soda water just to wash it all down
 But down on the Delta Where cotton is king
 We only want to treat you like a homecoming queen
 Tomorrow comes early
 It's never too late
 The whole damn town is gonna open the gate
 Bring it on home to Memphis...
 Bring it on home
 We want to be good
 Bring it on home t the whole neighborhood
 Bring it on home to Memphis...