Harlan T. Bobo - Must Be in Memphis lyrics

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