Texty: Shemekia Copeland. Never Going Back. Never Going Back to Memphis.

Walked across the room
In a neon light
Dark pair of shades
Blocking out the night

Smoke ring blowing
White Owl Panatella
There wasn't a thing
That man couldn't sell you

He kept a 45 in a Crown Royal bag
Wiped the fingerprints off
Handed me the rag

I'm never going back to Memphis
I'm never going back to Memphis

Little while later
Sirens started screaming
Felt like a nightmare
But you know I wasn't dreaming

Cops walked in
Dog pulling on a chain
Looking for a woman
Ran in from the rain

They sat out front eating fried chicken
While I shivered in a shed
Out behind the kitchen

I'm never going back to Memphis
I'm never going back to Memphis

Don't ask when

'Cause I'm never going back to Memphis again

The river is rising
Sky's getting darker
My mind keeps playing
Some old Junior Parker

Three days waiting
All alone by the tracks
Lying to myself
That man's coming back

Said he'd come around
Unless he was dead
Guess he took another woman
Or a bullet in the head

I'm never going back to Memphis
I'm never going back to Memphis

Don't ask when
'Cause I'm never going back to Memphis again

Never going back
To Memphis again
Too much trouble
You can get in

Never going back
To Memphis again
Never going back
To Memphis again