I'll be away until next Sunday because I'll be on a road trip with my girlfriend to North Carolina, Nashville and Memphis. I leave with this:
I went hungry in New York and Chicago was no better
But today, my dear mother wrote and told me in her letter
Son, come back to Memphis and live here with your Mama
You can walk down Beale Street, honey, wearing your pajamas
You know home folks here, we let do just what you want to
And I born you and raised you right here on the corner
Have a good week.