If you love somebody enough
You’ll follow wherever they go
That’s how I got to Memphis
That’s how I got to Memphis

If you love somebody enough
You’ll go where your heart wants to go
That’s how I got to Memphis
That’s how I got to Memphis
I know if you’d seen her you’d tell me ’cause you are my friend
I’ve got to find her and find out the trouble she’s in

If you tell me that she’s not here
I’ll follow the trail of her tears
That’s how I got to Memphis
That’s how I got to Memphis

She would get mad and she used to say
That she’d come back to Memphis someday
That’s how I got to Memphis
That’s how I got to Memphis

I haven’t eaten a bite
Or slept for three days and nights
That’s how I got to Memphis
That’s how I got to Memphis

I’ve got to find her and tell her that I love her so
I’ll never rest ’til I find out why she had to go

Thank you for your precious time
Forgive me if I start to cryin’
That’s how I got to Memphis (x8)

it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe,
it don’t matter anyhow,
it ain’t no,
use to sit and wonder why, baby,
if you,
don’t know by now,
when your rooster,
crows at the break of dawn,
look out,
your window and I’ll be gone,
you’re the,
reason i’m travelin’ on,
Don’t think twice,
It’s all right.

It ain’t no use in turnin’on,
your light, babe,
That light i never knowed,
it, ain’t no use, in turnin’ on your light, babe,
i’m on the dark side of the road,
but i wish there was sometin’you would do or say,
to try and make me change my mind and stay,
we never did too much talkin’ anyway,
so don’t think twice, it’s all right.

it ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal,
like you never done before,
it ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal,
i can’t hear you anymore,
i ain’tsayin’ you treated me unkind,
you could have done better, but i don’t mind,
you just kinda wasted my precious time,
but don’t think twice, it’s all right (3x)

Well, I’m running down the road
Tryin’ to loosen my load
I’ve got seven women on my mind
Four that wanna own me
Two that wanna stone me
One says she’s a friend of mine

Take it easy
Take it easy
Don’t let the sound of your own wheels
Drive you crazy

Lighten up while you still can
Don’t even try to understand
Just find a place to make your stand
And take it easy

Well, I’m a standing on a corner
In Winslow, Arizona
And such a fine sight to see
It’s a girl, my lord
In a flatbed Ford
Slowin’ down to take a look at me

Come on, baby
Don’t say maybe
I gotta know if your sweet love
Is gonna save me

We may lose and we may win
Though we will never be here again
So open up, I’m climbin’ in
And take it easy

Well I’m running down the road
Tryin’ to loosen my load
Got a world of trouble on my mind
Lookin’ for a lover
Who won’t blow my cover
She’s so hard to find

Take it easy
Take it easy
Don’t let the sound of your own wheels
Make you crazy

Come on baby
Don’t say maybe
I gotta know if your sweet love
Is gonna save me

Oh oh oh
Oh we got it easy
We oughta take it easy

If I were a carpenter and you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway, would you have my baby ?
If a tinker were my trade, would you still find me
Carrying the pots I made following behind me ?

Save my love through loneliness, save my love through sorrow.
I’ve given you my onliness, give me your tomorrow.

If I worked my hands in wood, would you still love me ?
Answer me, baby, yes, I would, I’d put you above me.
If I were a miller, at a mill wheel grinding
Would you miss your coloured box and those soft shoes shining ?

Save my love through loneliness, save my love through sorrow.
I’ve given you my onliness, give me your tomorrow.

If I were a carpenter and you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway, would you have my baby?

Save my love through loneliness, save my love through sorrow.
I’ve given you my onliness, give me your tomorrow.
Save my love through loneliness, save my love through sorrow.
I’ve given you my onliness, give me your tomorrow.
Give me your tomorrow.

I’m sorry
so sorry
but I was such fuul
I dindn’t know love could be
so cool
You tell me
must takes are partner
be and young
but I don’t write
the round that been down
I’m sorry
so sorry
please except my partner cheap
but loves lie…

you tell me
must takes are partner
be and young
but I don’t write
the round that been down
I’m sorry
so sorry
please except my partner cheap
but loves lie…

Almost heaven, west virginia
Blue ridge mountains
Shenandoah river –
Life is old there
Older than the trees
Younger than the mountains
Growin like a breeze

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads

All my memories gathered round her
Miners lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine
Teardrops in my eye

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads

I hear her voice
In the mornin hour she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
And drivin down the road I get a feelin
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday

Country roads, take me home

To the place I belong
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads
Take me home, now country roads

Song sung blue
Everybody knows one
Song sung blue
Every garden grows one

Me and you are subject to the blues now and then
But when you take the blues and make a song
You sing them out again
Sing them out again

Song sung blue
Weeping like a willow
Song sung blue
Sleeping on my pillow

Funny thing, but you can sing it with a cry in your voice
And before you know, start to feeling good
You simply got no choice

Oui chante-la elle est pour toi
Le bleu te va bien
C’est le bleu de tes yeux des jours heureux
Le bleu des nuits de juin
Chanson bleue des matins sur la mer
Chanson jeu des grands feux de l’hiver
Chante-la elle est pour toi
Le bleu te va bien
C’est le bleu de tes yeux des jours heureux
Le bleu des nuits de juin
Chanson bleue qui me tombe du ciel
Quand il pleut fait comme un arc-en-ciel
La couleur dépend de l’heure
Elle dépend surtout de toi
Selon que tu viens, selon que tu t’en vas
L’amour est bleu ou pas

I can see her lyin’ back in her satin dress
In a room where you do what you don’t confess
Sundown you better take care
If I find you been creepin’ ’round my back stairs
Sundown you better take care
If I find you been creepin’ ’round my back stairs

She’s been lookin’ like a queen in a sailor’s dream
And she don’t always say what she really means
Sometimes I think it’s a shame
When I get feelin’ better when I’m feelin’ no pain
Sometimes I think it’s a shame
When I get feelin’ better when I’m feelin’ no pain

I can picture every move that a man could make
Getting lost in her lovin’ is your first mistake
Sundown you better take care
If I find you been creepin’ ’round my back stairs
Sometimes I think it’s a sin
When I feel like I’m winnin’ when I’m losin again

I can see her lookin’ fast in her faded jeans
She’s a hard lovin’ woman, got me feelin’ mean
Sometimes I think it’s a shame
When I get feelin’ better when I’m feelin’ no pain
Sundown you better take care
If I find you been creepin’ ’round my back stairs
Sundown you better take care
If I find you been creepin’ ’round my back stairs
Sometimes I think it’s a sin
When I feel like I’m winnin’ when I’m losin’ again

Way down in Louisiana down in New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode.
He never ever learned to read or write so well
He could play the guitar just like he’s ringing a bell.

Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Johnny B Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade,
strummin to the rhythm that the driver made.
People passing you know they stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play

Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Johnny B Goode

Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Johnny B Goode

Well his mama told him one day you will be a man,
And you would be the leader of a big old band.
and people gonna come from miles around
To listen to you play till sun go down
Maybe someday your name gonna be in lights
Saying Johnny B Goode tonight.

Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Johnny B Goode

Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go

Pretty woman, walking down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I like to meet
Pretty woman
I don’t believe you, you’re not the truth
No one could look as good as you
Mercy

Pretty woman, won’t you pardon me
Pretty woman, I couldn’t help see
Pretty woman
That you look lovely as can be
Are you lonely just like me
Wow

Pretty woman, stop a while
Pretty woman, talk a while
Pretty woman, gave your smile to me
Pretty woman, yeah yeah yeah
Pretty woman, look my way
Pretty woman, say you’ll stay with me
‘Cause I need you, I’ll trear you right
Come with me baby, be mine tonight

Pretty woman, don’t walk on by
Pretty woman, don’t make me cry
Pretty woman, don’t walk away, hey…okay
If that’s the way it must be, okay
I guess I’ll go on home, it’s late
There’ll be tomorrow nigh, but wait
What do I see
Is she walking back to me
Yeah, she’s walking back to me
Oh, oh, Pretty woman

I wanna live
I wanna give
I’ve been a miner for a heart of gold.
It’s these expressions, I never give
That keep me searching for a heart of gold and I’m getting old.

I’ve been to Hollywood
I’ve been to Redwood.
I crossed the ocean for a heart of gold.
I’ve been in my mind, it’s such a fine line
That keeps me searching for a heart of gold and I’m getting old.
Keeps me searching for a heart of gold and I’m getting old.

Keep me searching for a heart of gold.
You keep me searching and I’m growing old.
Keep me searching for a heart of gold.
I’ve been a miner for a heart of gold.

I remember how we started as one
And the moment you decided to run

Never wanted to hurt anyone
That much I know

Maybe it’s another part of your plan
That you had to be with some other man
Maybe there is nothing to understand
Baby, I sure don’t

Maybe we could live it over again
And you’d recover what you had in your hands
But I believe I won’t
I believe it’s come and gone

Bon Vivant
You let it slip away
Bon Vivant
There is nothing I could say

Love is gone in the melody faded
To that sweet song

Trop de nuits folles, et vides, et vaines
De cendre et d’alcool coulant dans tes veines
Tu ne seras jamais qu’une sirène
Dans mon histoire

Comment ai-je pu à ce point me méprendre
Qu’il m’ait fallu tout ce temps pour apprendre
A voir à travers, tes sentiments éphémères

Bon Vivant, à trop vouloir rester
Bon Vivant, t’as tout laissé tomber
Notre histoire n’est plus qu’une chanson noire
Not a sweet song

Il n’y a ni passion, ni remords
Rien qui ne brûle encore
Il ne reste rien du passé

Bon Vivant, à trop vouloir rester
Bon Vivant, t’as tout laissé tomber
Notre histoire n’est plus qu’une chanson noire
Not a sweet song

Notre histoire n’est plus qu’une chanson noire
Not a sweet song

If you love somebody enough you’ll follow wherever they go
That’s how I got to Memphis, that’s how I got to Memphis
If you love somebody enough and you go where your heart wants to go
That’s how I got to Memphis, that’s how I got to Memphis

I know if you’d seen her you’d tell me ’cause you are my friend
I’ve got to find her and find out the trouble she’s in

J’écoutais le disc-jockey dans la voiture qui m’entraînait
Sur la route de Memphis, sur la route de Memphis.

Et la radio me vantait un truc débile qui m’endormait,
Sur la route de Memphis, sur la route de Memphis.

Je viens vers toi, tu m’attends dans ta robe blanche.
L’amour en province ressemble un peu à un dimanche.
J’écoutais le disc-jockey
Dans la voiture qui m’entraînait
Sur la route de Memphis,
Sur la route de Memphis.

That’s how I got to Memphis
That’s how I got to Memphis

If I were a carpenter and you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway, would you have my baby ?
If a tinker were my trade, would you still find me
Carrying the pots I made following behind me ?

Save my love through loneliness, save my love through sorrow.
I’ve given you my onliness, give me your tomorrow.

Si j’étais un charpentier, si tu t’appelais Marie
Voudrais-tu alors m’épouser et porter notre enfant ?
Ma maison ne serait pas le palais d’un grand roi.
Je l’aurais construite pour toi, seul avec mes mains.

Prends l’amour que je te donne, tu dois être forte.
Quand notre fils sera un homme, il aura beaucoup à faire.

Si j’étais un charpentier, si tu t’appelais Marie
Voudrais-tu alors m’épouser et tout recommencer ?

Prends l’amour que je te donne, tu dois être forte.
Quand notre fils sera un homme, il aura beaucoup à faire.
Prends l’amour que je te donne, tu dois être forte.
Quand notre fils sera un homme, il aura beaucoup à faire.
Beaucoup à faire.

Song sung blue
Everybody knows one
Song sung blue
Every garden grows one

Me and you are subject to the blues now and then
But when you take the blues and make a song
You sing them out again
Sing them out again

Song sung blue
Weeping like a willow
Song sung blue
Sleeping on my pillow

Funny thing, but you can sing it with a cry in your voice
And before you know, start to feeling good
You simply got no choice

Oui chante-la elle est pour toi
Le bleu te va bien
C’est le bleu de tes yeux des jours heureux
Le bleu des nuits de juin
Chanson bleue des matins sur la mer
Chanson jeu des grands feux de l’hiver
Chante-la elle est pour toi
Le bleu te va bien
C’est le bleu de tes yeux des jours heureux
Le bleu des nuits de juin
Chanson bleue qui me tombe du ciel
Quand il pleut fait comme un arc-en-ciel
La couleur dépend de l’heure
Elle dépend surtout de toi
Selon que tu viens, selon que tu t’en vas
L’amour est bleu ou pas

I can see her lying back in her satin dress
In a room when you do what you don’t confess.
Sundown, you better take care
If I find you been creeping round my backstairs.
Sundown, you better take care
If I find you been creeping round my backstairs.

She’s been looking like a queen from a sailor’s dream
And she don’t always say what she really means.
Sometimes, I think it’s a shame
When I get feeling better, when I’m feeling no pain.
Sometimes, I think it’s a shame
When I get feeling better, when I’m feeling no pain.

Le sommeil a du bon quand tu dors près de moi
Quand tu viens dans mes rêves, en sortant de mes bras.
L’amour, c’est comme un refrain.
Tu le chantes aujourd’hui, tu l’oublies demain.
L’amour, c’est un océan
Une marche aux étoiles où l’on se perd souvent.

(Guitare solo)

Tu n’étais qu’une aiguille dans une botte de foin
Et j’ai su te trouver, moi qui ne trouvais rien.
L’amour, c’est comme un oiseau.
Ça voyage très loin, ça tombe de très haut.
L’amour, c’est comme le vent.
C’est tout chaud, c’est trop froid, ça tourne tout le temps.

L’amour, c’est comme l’été, il nous faut un automne pour le regretter.
Sometimes, I think it’s a sin
When I feel like I’m winning, when I’m losing again.

L’amour, c’est comme l’été.

I remember how we started as one
And the moment you decided to run

Never wanted to hurt anyone
That much I know

Maybe it’s another part of your plan
That you had to be with some other man
Maybe there is nothing to understand
Baby, I sure don’t

Maybe we could live it over again
And you’d recover what you had in your hands
But I believe I won’t
I believe it’s come and gone

Bon Vivant
You let it slip away
Bon Vivant
There is nothing I could say

Love is gone in the melody faded
To that sweet song

Trop de nuits folles, et vides, et vaines
De cendre et d’alcool coulant dans tes veines
Tu ne seras jamais qu’une sirène
Dans mon histoire

Comment ai-je pu à ce point me méprendre
Qu’il m’ait fallu tout ce temps pour apprendre
A voir à travers, tes sentiments éphémères

Bon Vivant, à trop vouloir rester
Bon Vivant, t’as tout laissé tomber
Notre histoire n’est plus qu’une chanson noire
Not a sweet song

Il n’y a ni passion, ni remords
Rien qui ne brûle encore
Il ne reste rien du passé

Bon Vivant, à trop vouloir rester
Bon Vivant, t’as tout laissé tomber
Notre histoire n’est plus qu’une chanson noire
Not a sweet song

Notre histoire n’est plus qu’une chanson noire
Not a sweet song

Studio : Sound Emporium, Nashville (TN)
Réalisateur, Ingénieur enregistrement et mixage : Chad Carlson
Assistant de production : Jason Campbell
Mastering : Hank williams @ mastermix
Photos : Sandrine Corsi
Musiciens : Greg Morrow : Batterie | Eric Darken : Percussions | Tim Marks : Basse, Contrebasse,
Basse « tic-tac » | B James Lowry : Guitares acoustiques | Bryan Sutton : Guitare acoustique,
Mandoline, Banjo, Guitare 12 cordes acoustique | JT Corenflos & Kenny Greenberg : Guitares
électriques | Dan Dugmore : Steel, Lap Steel, Dobro | Tony Harrell : Piano, Synthétiseur,
Wurlitzer, B3, Accordeon | Aubrey Haynie : Violon | Jim Hoke : Harmonica,
Saxophone, Saxophone barython | Jonathan Yudkin : violons, Viola,
Violoncelle | Wes Hightower & Tania Hancheroff : Voix
Graphisme : spinprod.com