Put on my blue suede shoes
And I boarded the plane
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain
W.C. Handy-won't you look down over me
Yeah, I got a first class ticket
But I'm as blue as a boy can be

When I was walking in Memphis
I was walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel?

Saw the ghost of Elvis
On Union Avenue
Followed him up to the gates of Graceland
Watched him walk right through

Now security they did not see him
They just hovered around his tomb
Bu there's a pretty little thing
Waiting for the King
Down in the Jungle Room

When I was walking in Memphis
I was walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel?

They've got catfish on the table
They've got gospel in the air
And Reverend Green be glad to see you
When you haven't got a prayer
But boy you've got a prayer in Memphis

Now Muriel plays piano
Every Friday at the Hollywood
And they brought me down to see her
And they asked me if I would
Do a little number
And I sang with all my might
And she said
"Tell me are you a Christian child?"
And I said "Ma'am, I am tonight!"

When I was walking in Memphis
I was walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel?

Put on my blue suede shoes...
And I boarded the plane
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain...
--Walking in Memphis, Cohn

This is Dei's theme song, I swear. (Couldn't you just see our favorite angst-child as an Elvis impersonator?) Really pertinent lyrics are stressed, but the whole song is just...him. He would do that, too, wander around singing in jazz clubs and such down in the deep south. New Orleans- he'd fit right in, there. *shivers* I love this song.