MAYBE IT WAS MEMPHIS:
By: Pam Tillis:
 
Lookin' at you through a misty moonlight,
Katy did sing like a symphony.
Porch swing swayin' like a Tennessee lullaby,
Melody blowin' through a willow tree.
 
What was I suppossed to do?
Standin' there lookin' at you?
A lonely boy, far from home.
 
CHORUS:
Maybe it was Memphis.
Maybe it was southern summer nights,
Maybe it was you, maybe it was me, 
But it sure felt right.
 
Read about you in a Faulkner novel,
Met you once in a William's play.
Heard about you in a country love song, 
Summer night's beauty took my breath away.
 
What was I suppossed to do? 
Standin' there lookin' at you?
A lonely boy, far from home
 
REPEAT CHORUS:
 
Every night now since I've been back home
I lie awake at night, drifting in my memory.
I think about you on your momma's front porch swing,
Talking that way, so soft to me.
 
REPEAT CHORUS