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I was thinking that night about Elvis |
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Day that he died, day that he died |
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I was thinking that night about Elvis |
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Day that he died, day that he died |
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Just a country boy that combed his hair |
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And put on a shirt his mother made and went on the air |
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And he shook it like a chorus girl |
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And he shook it like a Harlem queen |
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He shook it like a midnight rebel, baby |
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Like you never seen |
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I was thinking that night about Elvis |
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Day that he died, day that he died |
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I was thinking that night about Elvis |
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Day that he died, day that he died |
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How he took it all out of black and white |
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Grabbed his wand in the other hand and he held on tight |
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And he shook it like a hurricane |
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He shook it like to make it break |
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And he shook it like a holy roller, baby |
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With his soul at stake |
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I was thinking that night about Elvis |
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Day that he died, day that he died |
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I was thinking that night about Elvis |
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Day that he died, day that he died |
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He was all alone in a long decline |
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Thinking how happy John Henry was that he fell down and died |
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When he shook it and he rang like silver |
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He shook it and he shine like gold |
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He shook it and he beat that steam drill, baby |
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Well bless my soul |
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He shook it and he beat that steam drill, baby |
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Well bless my soul, what's wrong with me? |
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I was thinking that night about Elvis |
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Day that he died, day that he died |
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I was thinking that night about Elvis |
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Day that he died, day that he died |
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Just a country boy that combed his hair |
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Put on a shirt his mother made and he went on the air |
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And he shook it like a chorus girl |
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He shook it like a Harlem queen |
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He shook it like a midnight rebel, baby |
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Like he never seen |
