Memphis Women and Chicken

Well I'm heading into Memphis, Memphis Tennessee It's the one place in this world I can get something good to eat I'm hungry for some loving and some fried chicken That goes down greasy and is finger licking I know just where to go there's a woman I know She shakes it up right and lets it simmer real slow Memphis women and fried chicken Memphis women and chicken Over on Union there's good old gal She can smoke a pig and fry some fowl She got biscuits in her oven, cornbread in the pan I get by to see her every chance I can I catch a whiff when I turn the corner My mouth starts to water and I'm a goner For that Memphis women and fried chicken Memphis women and chicken Well, I get my old guitar and I go down to Beale Play some good blues, get a real good meal Now I don't care if whiskey hits my lips Long as I get a taste of them barbecue ribs There's a woman up on the bluff Makes her living making pie Got chocolate covered fingers Dark blueberry eyes Got that light powdered sugar sprinkled in her hair Her apple turnover is beyond compare When it's hot, late, and sticky and you want Something cool and sweet She keeps the handle cranking on that homemade ice cream Memphis women and fried chicken Memphis women and chicken Memphis women and fried chicken Memphis women and chicken