Down to Memphis, Tennessee
Any old place I hang my hat
It looks like home to me
I left my little girl crying
Standing in the door
Throwed her arms around my neck
Saying, "Honey, don't you go"
Don't let your deal go down
Don't let your deal go down
Don't let your deal go down
'Til your last gold dollar is gone
Where did you get those high top shoes?
That dress you wear so fine?
Got my shoes from a railroad man
And my dress from a driver in the mine
Don't let your deal go down
Don't let your deal go down
Don't let your deal go down
'Til your last gold dollar is gone
Who's gonna shoe your pretty little feet?
Who's gonna glove your hand?
Who's gonna kiss your sweet little lips?
Who's gonna be your man?
Papa may shoe my pretty little feet
Mama can glove my hand
But no one can kiss my sweet little lips
'Till you come back again
Don't let your deal go down
Don't let your deal go down
Don't let your deal go down
'Til your last gold dollar is gone
I've been around this whole wide world
I've been down to Memphis, Tennessee
Any old place I hang my hat
That looks like home to me