One day old Eddie made his way to Memphis

Time for a change he was looking for something new

His life had all been locked up in a bottle

It’s been a while but old Eddie’s still paying his dues

 

He’d been arrested for lifting coins on Sunday morning

He swore it was only what God wouldn’t use

He was trying to leave the likes of his dead town

What he needed was a pair of walking shoes

 

     Times were tough even though that’s never a reason

     But he had nothing; so he had nothing left to lose

 

So that day when Eddie finally made it to Memphis

Ready for change and looking for something new

Wasn’t long til’ he fell into the spell of the music

That was something Eddie always wanted to do

 

     He took to singing on corners for dimes and quarters

     Telling stories about all that he’d been through

     Soon there were people that came around from miles

     Just to hear old Eddie sing his Sunday blues

     Sing his Sunday blues

     Old Eddie sings the blues

     He sings his Sunday blues