Memphis in June
A shady veranda under a Sunday blue sky
Memphis in June
And cousin Amanda's making a rhubarb pie

I can hear the clock outside a-ticking and tocking
Everything so peaceful and dandy
I can see old Granny cross the street still a-rocking
Watching the neighbors go by

Memphis in June
With sweet oleander blowing perfume in the air
Up jumps the Moon to make it that much grander
It's paradise, brother, take my advice
Nothing's half as nice as Memphis in June