Grace Potter and the Nocturnals - Elvis presley blues

^EI was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he ^E7died ^EI was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he ^E7died ^EJust a country boy that combed his hair He ^Aput on a shirt his mother made and ^Ewent on the air And he ^C#mshook it like a chorus ^Egirl And he ^C#mshook it like a Harlem ^EQueen He ^C#mshook it like a midnight ^Erambler, baby Like you ^Anever seen, like you never ^Eseen, never ^E7seen

^EI was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he ^E7died ^EI was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he ^E7died ^EHow he took it all out of black and white ^AGrabbed his wand in the other hand and he ^Eheld on tight And he ^C#mshook it like a hurri^Ecane He ^C#mshook it like to make it ^Ebreak And he ^C#mshook it like a holy ^Eroller, baby With his ^Asoul at stake, with his soul at ^Estake, soul at ^E7stake

^EI was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he ^E7died ^EI was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he ^E7died ^EHe was all alone in a long decline ^AThinking how happy John Henry was that he ^Efell down and died When he ^C#mshook it and it rang like ^Esilver He ^C#mshook it and it shine like ^Egold He ^C#mshook it and he beat that ^Esteam drill, baby And he ^Ablessed my soul, what's wrong with with me And ^Amentioned like a man on a fuzzy dream, a fuzzy ^Edream, fuzzy ^E7dream

And he ^C#mshook it and it rang like ^Esilver And he ^C#mshook it and it shined like ^Egold He ^C#mshook it and he beat that ^Esteam drill, baby And he ^Ablessed my soul, yes he blessed my ^Esoul, blessed my ^E7soul