Wayward Saints of Memphis

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I have seen the wayward saints of Memphis

The wasted angels down on Stratford Road

You might believe I’ve taken leave of my senses

But I can feel their presence in my soul

I have seen the wayward saints of Memphis

Down on Beale, when the neons go to sleep

With a guitar case layin’ open on the sidewalk

People passing, droppin’ pennies at their feet

They came out of the fields of Mississippi

Like refugees up Highway 61

Looking for salvation in the city

They recognize each and every one

I can feel the restless ghosts of Memphis

I hear the cries and the shufflin’ of their feet

Like a heart that just won’t stop, keeps on beating

A thousand echoes whisper down the street

I have seen the wayward saints of Memphis

The wasted angels down on Stratford Road

You might believe I’ve taken leave of my senses

But I can feel their presence in my soul

I have seen the wayward saints of Memphis

Down on Beale, when the neons go to sleep

With a guitar case layin’ open on the sidewalk

People passing, droppin’ pennies at their feet

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