Dreary Memphis city night,

Dark like a Kennedy's veil,
Shaky like them motorcycle lights,
Leading all them angels at hell,
I gave out my very last dime,
Laid out the bartenders all in a line,
We weren't fighting, we just
drank 'em out of time,
Down at Printer's Alley,

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So let the poets be poets and the
cops just give us a ride,
We ain't worried about your hands of time,
Just let it slide,
And let it slide,

You know Elvis said only two
things were certain Hookers and
Coupe Devilles,
Messing with that old boy down
at the pool hall surely get
your young ass
killed,
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I'd rather wear myself out with a smile,
We'll stay up with some good bar stores,
Beat up time for a while,

Chorus

So let the poets be poets and the
cops just give us a ride,
We ain't worried about your hands of time,
Just let it slide,
And let it slide,

Oh you know it's nights like these,
I get down on my knees,
And pray the Lord the sun won't shine,
'Till I'm done having my big time,

Chorus

So let the poets be poets and the
cops just give us a ride,
We ain't worried about your hands of time,
Just let it slide,
And let it slide.