Lyrics The Memphis Blues - Eartha Kitt feat. Shorty Rogers

Folks I've just been down, down to Memphis town
That's where the people smile
Smile on you all the while
Hospitality, they were good to me
I couldn't spend a dime and had the grandest time

I went out a-dancin' with a Tennessee dear
They had a feller there named Handy
With a band you should hear
And while the dancers gently swayed
All the band boys played real harmony

I never will forget the tune that Handy called the Memphis blues

They got a fiddler there that always slickens his hair
And folks, he sure does pull some bow
And when the big bassoon seconds to the trombone's tune
It moans just like a sinner on revival day

Hear me, people, hear me, people, hear me, I pray
I'm gonna take a million lessons till I learn how to play

Because I seem to hear it yet, simply can't forget that blues refrain
There's nothing like the Handy band
That played the Memphis blues so grand
That melancholy strain, that ever haunting refrain
Is like a mournin' sorrow song

Here comes the very part
That wraps a spell around my heart

I can't forget the tune that Handy called the Memphis blues
I can't forget the tune that Handy called the Memphis blues