Rodney Crowell - Bring It On Home To Memphis lyrics

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 bu*tered 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