[Verse] This old guitar knows every plan I’ve made Got these worn-out boots and a paper map I saved I’m Memphis bound, head full of static and a pulse in my wrist Sun dropping low while Beale Street starts to twist Hear the horns spill out, feel the bass in the boards I came a long way just to find what I was looking for They say the good ones rise where the dust won’t quit Well I’m on that road and I’m not done with it [Bridge] If I miss my turn, I’ll circle back around If the strings go dead, I’ll still chase the sound Got a little more grit than I’ve got grace And a whole lot of miles still left in this place I’m Memphis bound, head full of static and a pulse in my wrist Sun dropping low while Beale Street starts to twist Hear the horns spill out, feel the bass in the boards Sun dropping low while Beale Street starts to twist Hear the horns spill out, feel the bass in the boards I came a long way just to find what I was looking for They say the good ones rise where the dust won’t quit Well I’m on that road and I’m not done with it
