One, two One, two, three, four Well I guess you thought I might have been in exile The son you last saw leaving the station But tomorrow I'll be coming home to Memphis And will you look your namesake in the eye? I wonder Is there something about my hair you don't remember? Or have I changed beyond all recognition? Well look at what the wind blew into Memphis Now will you look your namesake in the eye? This time around Who can forget a sinner like me? He who will not face his own reflection Unfold your praying hands old man Awake from your sleep Behold the dead are raised in resurrection Well I guess you might have thought I'd be too far gone by now But here I am as close as your own shadow The truth is that I've always stood beside you And I always will Well somebody said today's your celebration And who would I be not to wear a smile So here's to every road that leads to Memphis Now will you look your namesake in the eye? Oh, will you look your namesake in the eye? Will you look your namesake in the eye? I wonder Who can forget a sinner like me? He who will not face his own reflection Unfold your praying hands old man Awake from your sleep Behold the dead are raised in resurrection