Memphis Women and Chicken

Well I'm headin' into Memphis, Memphis Tennessee The one place in this world I can get somethin' good to eat I'm hungry for some lovin' and some fried chicken That goes down greasy, finger lickin' I know just where to go, there's this 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 a good ol' gal She can smoke a pig, she can 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 the Memphis women and fried chicken Memphis women and chicken Yeah I take my old guitar and I go down on Beale Play some good blues and get a real good meal I don't care if the whiskey ever hits my lips There's a woman up on the bluff makes her living making pies Got chocolate covered fingers and dark blueberry eyes Got that light powdered sugar sprinkled all 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 crankin' On that homemade ice cream Memphis women and good fried chicken Memphis women and fried chicken Memphis women and good fried chicken Memphis women and chicken