| Song | Somewhere South Of Memphis |
| Artist | Randy Houser |
| Album | They Call Me Cadillac |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Blazy, Houser | |
| Well, I need a sip of muddy water | |
| From my daddy's wishin' well | |
| Scattered his ashes on the delta | |
| From here on | |
| I'll be drinkin' by myself | |
| Where pink | |
| Cadillacs and blue suede shoes | |
| Meet steel guitars and new grass blues | |
| The music there, it ain't turned into business | |
| Tonight I'll be somewhere south of | |
| MemphisWhere the cotton grows from the | |
| Mississippi mud | |
| And the blues runs deep in your blood | |
| I love this land with | |
| God as my witness | |
| I'll live and die somewhere south of | |
| MemphisWell, | |
| I've seen my share of big ol' cities | |
| But I couldn't wait to get back home | |
| Well, they'll play you a, a front porch song for free | |
| That reminds you that they ain't been free for long | |
| Where them juke joints jump on a | |
| Friday night | |
| And you don't need a gun to settle no fight | |
| And come Sunday mornin', hell, you'll be beggin' for forgiveness | |
| That's just life somewhere south of | |
| MemphisWhere the cotton grows from the | |
| Mississippi mud | |
| And the blues runs deep in your blood | |
| I love this land with | |
| God as my witness | |
| I'll live and die somewhere south of | |
| MemphisYeah, where the cotton grows from the | |
| Mississippi mud | |
| And the blues runs deep in your blood | |
| Well, I love this land with | |
| God as my witness | |
| Well, I'll live and die | |
| I'll said | |
| I'll, I'll live and die somewhere south of | |
| MemphisThat's just life |
| zuo qu : Blazy, Houser | |
| Well, I need a sip of muddy water | |
| From my daddy' s wishin' well | |
| Scattered his ashes on the delta | |
| From here on | |
| I' ll be drinkin' by myself | |
| Where pink | |
| Cadillacs and blue suede shoes | |
| Meet steel guitars and new grass blues | |
| The music there, it ain' t turned into business | |
| Tonight I' ll be somewhere south of | |
| MemphisWhere the cotton grows from the | |
| Mississippi mud | |
| And the blues runs deep in your blood | |
| I love this land with | |
| God as my witness | |
| I' ll live and die somewhere south of | |
| MemphisWell, | |
| I' ve seen my share of big ol' cities | |
| But I couldn' t wait to get back home | |
| Well, they' ll play you a, a front porch song for free | |
| That reminds you that they ain' t been free for long | |
| Where them juke joints jump on a | |
| Friday night | |
| And you don' t need a gun to settle no fight | |
| And come Sunday mornin', hell, you' ll be beggin' for forgiveness | |
| That' s just life somewhere south of | |
| MemphisWhere the cotton grows from the | |
| Mississippi mud | |
| And the blues runs deep in your blood | |
| I love this land with | |
| God as my witness | |
| I' ll live and die somewhere south of | |
| MemphisYeah, where the cotton grows from the | |
| Mississippi mud | |
| And the blues runs deep in your blood | |
| Well, I love this land with | |
| God as my witness | |
| Well, I' ll live and die | |
| I' ll said | |
| I' ll, I' ll live and die somewhere south of | |
| MemphisThat' s just life |
| zuò qǔ : Blazy, Houser | |
| Well, I need a sip of muddy water | |
| From my daddy' s wishin' well | |
| Scattered his ashes on the delta | |
| From here on | |
| I' ll be drinkin' by myself | |
| Where pink | |
| Cadillacs and blue suede shoes | |
| Meet steel guitars and new grass blues | |
| The music there, it ain' t turned into business | |
| Tonight I' ll be somewhere south of | |
| MemphisWhere the cotton grows from the | |
| Mississippi mud | |
| And the blues runs deep in your blood | |
| I love this land with | |
| God as my witness | |
| I' ll live and die somewhere south of | |
| MemphisWell, | |
| I' ve seen my share of big ol' cities | |
| But I couldn' t wait to get back home | |
| Well, they' ll play you a, a front porch song for free | |
| That reminds you that they ain' t been free for long | |
| Where them juke joints jump on a | |
| Friday night | |
| And you don' t need a gun to settle no fight | |
| And come Sunday mornin', hell, you' ll be beggin' for forgiveness | |
| That' s just life somewhere south of | |
| MemphisWhere the cotton grows from the | |
| Mississippi mud | |
| And the blues runs deep in your blood | |
| I love this land with | |
| God as my witness | |
| I' ll live and die somewhere south of | |
| MemphisYeah, where the cotton grows from the | |
| Mississippi mud | |
| And the blues runs deep in your blood | |
| Well, I love this land with | |
| God as my witness | |
| Well, I' ll live and die | |
| I' ll said | |
| I' ll, I' ll live and die somewhere south of | |
| MemphisThat' s just life |