Elvis Presley Blues

	Written：David Rawlings/Gillian Welch
	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 he 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
	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
	Bless My Soul
	I was thinking that night about Elvis
	The Day that he died

	Written: David Rawlings Gillian Welch
	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 he 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
	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
	Bless My Soul
	I was thinking that night about Elvis
	The Day that he died