Oh, I'm on the road
to Memphis
Puttin' my luggage on the Greyhound bus
I wanna play my guitar on the radio
But I haven't quite made it to Memphis
I got a job a -jumpin' at a rodeo
A -foolin' with the horses
but the pay was low
So I jumped on a train
to see which way it would go
But I haven't quite made it to Memphis
I was stuck down in Texas
with a dollar in my hand
I got a job in Dallas
with a country band
Run out of every honky -tonk
my popular demand
And I'm back on the road to Memphis
Oh, I'm on the road to Memphis
Put my luggage on a Greyhound bus
I wanna play my guitar on the radio
But I haven't quite made it to Memph
is
Down in Louisiana
there's a welcome line
And if you whisper Sadie Sidney
you can stay all night
The drinks are good and the girls are nice
and I may never make it to Memphis.
I woke up in the morning
to sleep on the floor,
telling myself I wasn't
drinking anymore.
My head's so big,
I couldn't make it through the door,
and I'm back on the road to Memphis.
Oh, I'm on the road to Memphis,
putting my luggage on a Greyhound bus.
I wanna play my guitar on the radio,
but I haven't quite made it to Memphis.
I'm on the road to Memphis,
putting my luggage on a Greyhound bus.
I wanna play my guitar on the radio