Written by S. Johnson, J. Valenzuela



Hey now it's alright

Hey man, it's fine, it's cool.

Seems we've done our worst,

it's time to head for school.



So we trippped upstairs

I seen the sun come out.

Judging by you're shape

I think you've had enough.



It's Memphis time,

so string that old guitar.

Tune it up

to Memphis time.



He man, I couldn't know.

Baby, I couldn't tell

just what's going on

inside of someone else.



You know that this small world,

sometimes this big town

it can drag you up

as well as drag you down.



You can't say that I've been right

I can't say that you've been wrong.

We knew it all along.



Copyright 1996 You Sound Bitter Music, WB Music Corp, Bonneville Salt Flats

Music (ASCAP)

Keyed by George Bounacos (http://www1.allware.com/~bounacos)