Elvis Presley Blues
Gillian Welch, 2001
capo 7, key of D
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chorus
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 put on a shirt his mother made and went on the air,
And he shook it like a chorus girl,
And he shook it like a Harlem queen.
He shook it like a midnight rambler, baby,
Like you never seen. Like you never seen, never seen.
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. With his soul at stake, soul at stake.
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 he rang like silver.
He shook it and he shine like gold.
He shook it and he beat that steam drill, baby.
Well bless my soul. Well bless my soul.
He shook it and he beat that steam drill, baby.
Well bless my soul. What's wrong with me?