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Elvis Presley Blues by: Gillian Welch Capo VII
I waFs thinking that night about Elvis Day Fthat he died, day that he died I waFs thinking that night about Elvis Day Fthat he died, day that he died JustF a country boy that combed his hair And Fput on a shirt his mother made and Fwent on the air And he Amshook it like a chorus girl F And he Amshook it like a Harlem queen F He Amshook it like a midnight rambler,F baby, Like you Fnever seen F
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