"Memphis Women & Chicken" lyrics

Well, I'm headin' into Memphis, Memphis Tennessee
The one place in this world I can get somethin' good to eat
I'm hungry for some lovin' and some fried chicken
That goes down greasy, finger lickin'
I know just where to go, there's this woman I know
She shakes it up right and lets it simmer real slow
Memphis women and fried chicken
Memphis women and chicken

Over on Union there's a good ol' gal
She can smoke a pig, she can fry some fowl
She got biscuits in her oven
Cornbread in the pan
I get by to see her every chance I can
I catch a whiff when I turn the corner
My mouth starts to water and I'm a goner
For the Memphis women and fried chicken
Memphis women and chicken

Yeah, I take my old guitar and I go down on Beale
Play some good blues and get a real good meal
I don't care if the whiskey ever hits my lips
As long as I get a taste of them bar-b-que ribs

There's a woman up on the bluff makes her living making pies
Got chocolate covered fingers and dark blueberry eyes
Got that light powdered sugar sprinkled all in her hair
Her apple turnover is beyond compare
When it's hot, late and sticky
And you want something cool and sweet
She keeps the handle crankin'
On that homemade ice cream
Memphis women and good fried chicken

Memphis women and fried chicken
Memphis women and good fried chicken
Memphis women and chicken