Steven A. Jent

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Iím Going To Memphis (íCause Your Love Gives Me The Blues)

I never will forget the days when weíd just met.

Your love for me seemed too good to be true.

Well, thatís just what it was. I know it now because

Being true was what you couldnít do.

 

You told me you were mine, but you were always lyiní.

Each time you had another sad excuse.

You tore me up inside, so Iím getting off this ride.

Iím going to Memphis ícause your love gives me the blues.

 

You thought youíd always be three steps ahead of me

íCause youíve been round the track a time or two.

By now you ought to know this ainít my first rodeo,

And this old dogís got nothing to learn from you.

 

You had to have your fling, and thatís the sort of thing

That makes me want to wear my traveling shoes.

You thought that I was blind, but now Iím leaving you behind.

Iím going to Memphis ícause your love gives me the blues.

 

If it still isnít clear why Iím leaving you, my dear,

Itís time you went and bought yourself a clue.

Iíll put you in a song, each verse twelve bars long,

All about the pain you put me through.

 

I think itís for the best if we just lay our love to rest.

Then youíll be free to live the life you choose.

Itís no use hanging on. Tomorrow Iíll be gone.

Iím going to Memphis ícause your love gives me the blues.

 

 



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