Memphis 432 AM - Parker Wright | Last Light

LISTEN AND SUPPORT BandCamp — full songs, downloads, physical: parkerwright.bandcamp.com Ko-fi — tips, store, support: ko-fi.com/parkerwright Subscribe to the channel for weekly releases Original dark country / outlaw country / blues rambles. Last Light — Songs for the ones still standing. Memphis 432 AM. A working man sitting in a Memphis diner at 4:32 in the morning, watching the diesel ghosts idle outside, thinking about three generations who built a city they never got to own. Elvis sleeps behind a gate tourists pay to see — nobody's paying to keep the rest of us safe in between. Lyrics Four thirty-two in Memphis, and the booth vinyl's cracked and cold coffee's gone to bitter, waitress don't ask what I'm owed diesel ghost outside the window, semis idling in a row this town raised me up on promises I watched it fail to hold Four thirty-two in Memphis, the King sleeps safe behind his gate my granddaddy built this city, and look what's left to claim the streets got sold, the nights got sold, ain't none of it mine four thirty-two in Memphis, just me and the dead of night My daddy poured concrete on streets he can't walk now his daddy laid the brick down, don't ask him how three generations of hands in this ground and not one of us owns a single square of it now Four thirty-two in Memphis, the King sleeps safe behind his gate my granddaddy built this city, and look what's left to claim the streets got sold, the nights got sold, ain't none of it mine four thirty-two in Memphis, just me and the dead of night I could walk it — used to walk it blind knew every crack in the sidewalk, every porch light, every sign but a man got shot two blocks from here last spring and I sit in this booth now, and I don't go anywhere Somewhere out there tour buses still crawl past the gate paying twenty dollars just to stand and wait to see where a King used to sleep and dream nobody's paying to keep the rest of us safe in between Four thirty-two in Memphis, the King sleeps safe behind his gate my granddaddy built this city, and look what's left to claim the streets got sold, the nights got sold, ain't none of it mine four thirty-two in Memphis, just me and the dead of night Four thirty-two in Memphis, the gate's still standing bright my family gave it everything and got left with the night the streets got sold, the nights got sold, and I'm still sitting here four thirty-two in Memphis — I'm still sitting here Coffee's cold Fridge hums low Diesel ghost outside Four thirty-two Written and performed by Parker Wright. Produced by Last Light. Video by Last Light.