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/~bounac