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My tailpipe spewing acid rain I am M-i . . . on my way To s-s-i-s-s and be ****** What I say . . . i-p-p-i Memphis coming home Crossing state line is heaven's door I'm released now hit the floor Old lead foot is on his way You'd better believe it I'm Memphis coming home Coffee and whiskey my mainstay Haul'n fast and reliably No matter what my dispatcher say Memphis coming home Tupelo . . . past it's gates New Albany approaching , now it's gone Holly springs was a pleasure passing I'm Memphis coming home Cotton dust Taste bud stuff You can call them hills Now if you must Pine or oak , whatever's your choice Tunica technically kicked your dust Ole snake eyes soiled your luck Broke , Memphis coming home 78 or 55 No matter I feel alive Inside I'm outside myself As I glide between the white lines . . . I'm Memphis coming home
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Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 8:33 AM UTC
Memphis Coming Home !
My tailpipe spewing acid rain I am M-i . . . on my way To s-s-i-s-s and be ****** What I say . . . i-p-p-i Memphis coming home Crossing state line is heaven's door I'm released now hit the floor Old lead foot is on his way You'd better believe it I'm Memphis coming home Coffee and whiskey my mainstay Haul'n fast and reliably No matter what my dispatcher say Memphis coming home Tupelo . . . past it's gates New Albany approaching , now it's gone Holly springs was a pleasure passing I'm Memphis coming home Cotton dust Taste bud stuff You can call them hills Now if you must Pine or oak , whatever's your choice Tunica technically kicked your dust Ole snake eyes soiled your luck Broke , Memphis coming home 78 or 55 No matter I feel alive Inside I'm outside myself As I glide between the white lines . . . I'm Memphis coming home
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South-by-Southwest
75/M/Birmingham , Alabama
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 8:33 AM UTC
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