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 
     C         Bb    F          Dm7     Gm7 Gm7
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
              Gm7        Gm7 F/A     Csus C 
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 
         Bb        F  Dm               Gm7
What if Sunday School was on Saturday night

Interlude
 Bb Bb F/A Gm7  F  Bb Bb F/A Gm7  F 
 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 
       Dm                         Gsus   G 
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 
                    F                      Am 
He's telling us our story, or at least his side 
                  D         Dm C/E       G 
With no need to pretend and nowhere to hide 
               F    F C/E Dm  C 
On a corner in Memphis 
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We're singing out our sorrows 
                     F  F C/E Dm  C 
He's telling us his story 
                   Dm7      Dm C/E     Gsus  G
With no need to pretend and nowhere to hide
 No chords 
On a corner  in Memphis

Ending
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