The Band - Going Back to Memphis lyrics

I've been struggling up here
Just trying to make a living
Everybody wants to take, nobody likes giving
I wish I was back in Memphis
Back home with my Mama
The only clothes I got left that
Ain't rags is my pajamas
No brotherly love, no help, no danger
Just a great big town full
Of cold hearted strangers

I went hungry in New York
Chicago was no better but today
My dear mother wrote and told
Me in her letter
Son, come home back to Memphis and
Live here with your Mama
You can walk down Beale Street, honey
Wearing your pajamas
You know folks down here
We let do just what you want to
And I born you and raised you
Right here on the corner
I'm going to leave here in the morning
And walk down to the station
I've got just enough money
To reach my destination
I'm going back to Memphis
Back home with my Mama
If I have to ride that
Bus barefooted in pajamas
Back home in Memphis, no moaning and groaning
I know everything will be all
Right in the morning