Chuck Berry - Back to memphis

^F7I've been struggling up here, child, trying to make a living ^F7Everybody wants to take, nobody like giving I wish ^Bb7I was in Memphis back home there with my Mama The only ^F7clothes I got left that ain't rags is my pajamas No ^C7brotherly love, no help, no danger Just a ^F7great big town full of cold hearted strangers

^F7I went hungry in New York and Chicago was no better ^F7But today, my dear mother wrote and told me in her letter Son, come ^Bb7on back to Memphis and live here with your Mama You can ^F7walk down Beale Street, honey, wearing your pajamas You know ^C7home folks here, we let do just what you want to And ^F7I born you and raised you right here on the corner

^F7I'm gonna leave here in the morning and walk down to the station ^F7I've got just enough money to pay my transportation I'm ^Bb7going back to Memphis, back home with my Mama If I have to ^F7ride that bus barefooted in pajamas Back ^C7home in Memphis, no moaning and groaning I know ^F7everything will be all right in the morning