A shady veranda
Under Sunday blue sky
Memphis in June
And my cousin Miranda
She's making a blueberry pie
I can see the clock outside
A-ticking and a-tocking
Everything's so peaceful and dandy
I can see my grandmama
'Cross the street still a rocking
Watching all the neighbours go by oh my
Memphis in June
Sweet oleander
Blowing perfume
In the air everywhere
Up jumps the moon
To make it so much grander
It's paradise honey
Take my advice honey
Cos there's nothing
Like old Memphis in June
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