Etta James — Wayward Saints Of Memphis

> I have seen the wayward saints of Memphis The wasted angels down on Stratford Road You might believe I’ve taken leave of my senses But I can feel their presence in my soul I have seen the wayward saints of Memphis Down on Beale, when the neons go to sleep With a guitar case layin’ open on the sidewalk People passing, droppin’ pennies at their feet They came out of the fields of Mississippi Like refugees up Highway 61 Looking for salvation in thе city They recognize еach and every one I can feel the restless ghosts of Memphis I hear the cries and the shufflin’ of their feet Like a heart that just won’t stop, keeps on beating A thousand echoes whisper down the street I have seen the wayward saints of Memphis The wasted angels down on Stratford Road You might believe I’ve taken leave of my senses But I can feel their presence in my soul I have seen the wayward saints of Memphis Down on Beale, when the neons go to sleep With a guitar case layin’ open on the sidewalk People passing, droppin’ pennies at their feet <<