Mark Sinnis Lyrics

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In Tupelo 

I’m on a southbound highway
To the birthplace of a King
Driving faster than a Mississippi breeze He was born in a shack
On the wrong side of the tracks
Living in misery

In Tupelo
Oh in Tupelo
In Tupelo
I’m on my way to the birthplace of a King

His Life was hard
But he kept his faith in God
And his mama raised him to believe
He bought his guitar from a hardware store A young boy who dared to dream

In Tupelo
Oh in Tupelo
In Tupelo
I’m on my way to the birthplace of a King

There was a new sun rising in the Memphis sky That would forever change his life
He curled his lip and he shook his hips
Sharp and dangerous like a switchblade knife

In Tupelo
Oh in Tupelo
In Tupelo
I’m on my way to the birthplace of a King

He kicked down the door on a screen of black and white And made color unimportant anymore
He changed the world
This young boy from Tupelo

Unaware of what was in store

In Tupelo
Oh in Tupelo
In Tupelo
I’m on my way to the birthplace of a King