Paul Anka - Walking in Memphis lyrics

Put on my blue suede shoes and I Boarded the plane Touched down the in land of the Delta Blues In the middle of the pouring rain. W.C. Handy - won't you look down over me Yeah, I've got a first cla** ticket, But I'm as blue as a boy can be Then I'm walking in Memphis 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 the gates of Graceland Then I watched him walk right through Now security they did not see him They just hovered 'round his tomb But there's a pretty little thing Waiting for the king Down in the jungle room Then I'm walking in Memphis 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 play 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 She said "Tell me are you a Christian child?" And I said, "Ma'am I am tonight' Then I'm walking in Memphis Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale Walking in Memphis But do I really feel the way I feel?