Intro
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Verse 1
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Saturday on Beale St. with the drunk and the searching
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I hear an old man playing
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I can't make out what he's saying
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But I can tell you that he's suffered
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And that he means every word from the bottom of what's left
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Of his heart tonight
Verse 2
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A few hours later, I slip into church
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Singing songs about saving grace
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One guy's nodding off and another hates to be here
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We all mouth the words to save face
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It's 1115 on Sunday morning and I wish I was
Chorus 1
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On a corner in Memphis, listening to the old man
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Singing out his sorrows, laying down his pride
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He's telling me his story or at least his side
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No need to pretend, and nowhere to hide
Verse 3
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'Cause we are all broken here, we are all ashamed
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I couldn't fool you if I wanted to
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Our stories are too much the same
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And what about this Jesus
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They say He drank with the poor, the blind and the lame
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Do you think He'd like the songs we sing
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Or would He feel the same as I do
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What if Sunday School was on Saturday night
Interlude
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Bb Bb F/A Gm7 C/E C/E F C/E Dm Dm C F/A Bb
Bridge
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What if their heart-breaking cries of pain
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Are the first hymns of tomorrow's saints
Chorus 2
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On a corner in Memphis, we're singing with the old man
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Crying for his sorrows and laying down our pride
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He's telling us our story, or at least his side
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With no need to pretend and nowhere to hide
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On a corner in Memphis
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We're singing out our sorrows
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He's telling us his story
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With no need to pretend and nowhere to hide
No chords
On a corner in Memphis
Ending
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