Chuck Berry – Back To Memphis (Guitar)

F7
I've been struggling up here, child, trying to make a living

F7
Everybody wants to take, nobody like giving

       Bb7
I wish I was in Memphis back home there with my Mama

         F7
The only clothes I got left that ain't rags is my pajamas

   C7
No brotherly love, no help, no danger

       F7
Just a great big town full of cold hearted strangers

F7
I went hungry in New York and Chicago was no better

F7
But today, my dear mother wrote and told me in her letter

          Bb7
Son, come on back to Memphis and live here with your Mama

        F7
You can walk down Beale Street, honey, wearing your pajamas

         C7
You know home folks here, we let do just what you want to

    F7
And I born you and raised you right here on the corner

F7
I'm gonna leave here in the morning and walk down to the station

F7
I've got just enough money to pay my transportation

    Bb7
I'm going back to Memphis, back home with my Mama

             F7
If I have to ride that bus barefooted in pajamas

     C7
Back home in Memphis, no moaning and groaning

       F7
I know everything will be all right in the morning