Bring It on Home to Memphis - Emmylou Harris, Rodney Crowell

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…