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