Ramblin’ Blues

I've seen the lights of old Broadway And Market Street down by the Frisco bay I've strolled the Prado I've gambled on the Bourse in gay Paree Now the seven wonders of this world I've seen There's many other different places I have been Take my advice folks please see Beale Street first It's in Memphis, Tennessee Oh, you'll see pretty browns in beautiful gowns You'll see tailor mades and your hand me downs You'll meet honest men and pick pockets skilled And your business never closes 'til somebody gets killed Oh, those Hog-Nose restaurants and Chitlin' cafes Talk about your whiskey and your bygone days And places once places but now just a sham You'll see golden balls enough to pave the new Jerusalem If Beale Street could talk, if Beale Street could talk Married men would have to take their beds up and walk All except one or two who never drink booze And the blind man on the corner who sings 'The Memphis Blues' I'd rather be here than any place I know Oh, I'd rather be here than any place I know It's gonna take a sergeant for to make me go I'm goin' down to the river, baby by and by Oh I'm goin' down to the river Mississippi And here's the reason why 'cause the river's wet And Beale Street's done gone dry, bone dry If Beale Street could talk, if Beale Street could talk Married men would have to take their beds up and walk All except one or two who never drink booze And the blind man on the corner who sings 'The Memphis Blues' I'd rather be here than any place I know