Way down

Way down in memphis town
Were everyone is found
Who ain't in New Orleans

We danced the night away
To a sweet serernade
Of banjo play

Into a club we dived
Were intoxication frithed
And keys were tickled

That frunked up walking bass
Resonating round the place
Makes dormant your face

And when that banjo player lost his hand in a door
We climbed up on the table while he layed on the floor
One or two cups of whisky made a sutiable cure
Tell you did the trumpets not contiue to roar
Did sympathy not echo from the bar to the door
We plucked upon that banjo Sure we fucked up they're minds
I tell now the reefer smoke did flow from those chimes
Oh down in memphis town
We pissed the liquor out
And all those cats did shout
I'll be glad when your dead you rascal you