It might be the heat
It might be the c**aine
It might be my liver just died
I'm sweating like a sow pig
Waiting on a hot dog
Wondering where I'm sleeping tonight
I've been here five hours, made six bad decisions
Still got the rest of the night
The [?] on fire, there's flies in my whiskey
Lord, I must be in Memphis tonight
Must be in Memphis
Because everything wrong's feeling right
Sleeping on the back porch, waking up to get high
Lord, I must be in Memphis tonight
We crashed a big party
Drank all their whiskey
Wrote most of this song
I stripped off my britches
I sat on the hostess
Hell, nobody around here cares what you do
I learned that this guitar could float
My guitarist, he don't
We could drink under water, it's true
I'm feeling my best and acting my worst
Lord, I must be in Memphis tonight
Must be in Memphis
Everything wrong's feeling right
Sleeping on the back porch, waking up to get high
Lord, I must be in Memphis tonight
The last moonlight that creeps through the window
Of the last gay bar open in town
I'm smelling like a hot dog
Looking for my car keys
Wondering how I'm getting out of town
I've been kicked out of Sweden
I've been busted in Spain
And New York I don't care to discuss
But the things that I find fit to do in this town
Would turn my poor mammy to dust
Must be in Memphis
Everything wrong's feeling right
Sleeping on the back porch, waking up to get high
Lord, I must be in Memphis tonight