Elvis Presley Blues

I was thinking that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died
I was thinking that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died

Just a country boy
That combed his hair
And he put on a shirt his mother made
And went on the air

And he shook it like a chorus girl
He shook it like a Harlem queen
He shook it like a midnight rambler, baby
Like you never seen

I was thinking that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died
I was thinking that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died

How he took it all
Out of black and white
Grabbed his wand in the other hand
And he held on tight

And he shook it like a hurricane
He shook it like to make it break
And he shook it like a holy roller, baby
With his soul at stake, his soul at stake

I was thinking that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died
I was thinking that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died

He was all alone
In a long decline
Thinking how happy John Henry was
That he fell down and died

When he shook it and it rang like silver
He shook it and it shined like gold
He shook it and he beat that steam drill, baby
Well, bless my soul, bless my soul

I was thinking that night about Elvis