The sun, she went down like a curtain
And Lord, Memphis looks bigger at night
And all the tattooed boys in their uniforms
They stepped in and out of the light

She bought me good whiskey in Memphis
She bought supper and she paid for the room
And as best as I can remember
She paid dearly for loving me too

She said, "Hey, don't I know you?
Now ain't you the one? The one with the guitar boys
And all them sad songs about men in the rain?
Did you ever miss a plane in Memphis?

We laughed at the strangers we were in the bed
Two cigarettes lit up the room
Just like two backseat lovers that can't wait to get started
Knowing everything's over too soon

Now Memphis ain't bad in the morning
Good coffee, hell, it's just hard to find
But let me suggest that you never leave Memphis
With anything on your mind

She said, "Hey, don't I know you?
Now ain't you the one? The one with the guitar boy
And all them sad songs about men in the rain?
And did you ever miss a plane to Memphis?
She said, "Hey, don't I know you?
Now ain't you the one? The one with the guitar boy
And all them sad songs about men in the rain?
And did you ever miss a plane to Memphis?