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sunday morning in a hotel room

in a town that i've yet to know

too many eyes gaze at my misfortune

of not knowing where to go

not a single soul lends a helping hand

as i dance my way along the road

i'd give my soul to meet a friendly face

but that too, has already been sold

so i make my way down Union Avenue

i hear the blues and the trolly bell

a smile creeps in as i hit Beale street

a bit of heaven in the middle of hell

The kings not dead, he's doing fine

on the corner of Main and Beale

I listen close to the sound of John Lee Hooker

telling me, he knows how i feel

so if my death beds waiting for me

and im sure somewhere it is

God, i have one final and last request

could it be in the streets of Memphis