words and music by Rick Paul

You follow me like a puppy each time it’s goodbye
Then you ask me where I’m goin’
And sometimes you cry
The bus is here again
It’s right outside our door
And you know that I can’t stay here any more

Oh, it might be Memphis
It might be New York
London, Nice, or Rome
Or anywhere a motel room is calling me back home
Wherever there’s an audience
This troubadour will be
Be it Singapore or Memphis, Tennessee

So give me just one more kiss to last for a while
It shouldn’t be sad like this
Oh, let me see you smile
This is the part of me that makes me who I am
And if you love me, you will understand

That it might be Memphis
It might be New York
London, Nice, or Rome
Or anywhere a motel room is calling me back home
Wherever there’s an audience
This troubadour will be
Be it Singapore or Memphis, Tennessee

You know I always will come back to you
But there must be gypsy blood inside of me
‘Cause no matter where I roam
I never leave my home
‘Cause home is where my spirit can be free

And it might be Memphis
It might be New York
London, Nice, or Rome
Or anywhere a motel room is calling me back home
Wherever there’s an audience
This troubadour will be
Be it Singapore or Memphis, Tennessee

Wherever there’s an audience
This troubadour will be
Be it Singapore or Memphis, Tennessee