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Elvis Presley Blues by: Gillian Welch Capo VII
I waGs thinking that night about Elvis Day Gthat he died, day that he died I waGs thinking that night about Elvis Day Gthat he died, day that he died JustG a country boy that combed his hair And Cput on a shirt his mother made and Gwent on the air And he Emshook it like a chorus girl G And he Emshook it like a Harlem queen G He Emshook it like a midnight rambler,G baby, Like you Cnever seen G
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 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 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 He shook it and he beat that steam drill, baby Well bless my soul 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 Put on a shirt his mother made and he 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 he never seen