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Memphis in June |
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A shade veranda under Sunday blue sky |
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Memphis in June |
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And my cousin Miranda she's making a blueberry pie |
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I can see the clock outside a ticking and a tocking |
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Everything so peaceful and dandy |
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I can see my grandmama 'cross the street still a rocking |
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Watching all the neighbours go by oh my |
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Memphis in June |
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Sweet oleander blowing perfume in the air everywhere |
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Up jumps the moon to make it so much grander |
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It's paradise honey take my advice honey |
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Cos there's nothing loke old Memphis in June |
