Lyrics Calling Home - Amy Helm

Memphis, take my hand
Lead me on, help me stand
I tried to walk the steady line
I'm tired, it's not been easy

Found a picture of her
I framed it in gold, now it burns up the room
Like the last gold light of the afternoon
Midnight took her easy

If I could find your tracks to follow
I could drive the miles and cross the line tomorrow
I got a little bit of money, play it safe 'til it runs low
Lay down this sorrow
And Southern nights could hold me again

Dad, if you could take me by the hand
You could lead me on, you could help me to stand
I tried to walk steady line
I'm tired, it's not been easy

Play the song again for me
Makes it easier to hold, makes it easier to breathe
Rock-steady on the radio
She sings it oh so easy

If I could find your tracks to follow
I could drive the miles and cross the line tomorrow
I got a little bit of money, play it safe 'til it runs low
Lay down this sorrow
And Southern nights could hold me again