| It was 1957, Elvis Presley came in the
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| Spanish restaurant where Dora was working
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| Dora took the order, bussed the plates
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| Poured the coffee as the party ate
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| Col. Tom paid the check and Elvis Presley
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| Left the tip, a brand new Cadillac…
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| And the gods I loved were poor white trash
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| One was making wine in Canaan, the other
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| Tipping waitresses Cadillacs…
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| Twenty years later when Elvis died she parked
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| The Caddy in the drive with plaster statues
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| Lights, and stands she called her front yard
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| PRESLEY LAND She said he was just a poor man’s
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| Son who never forgot where he’d come
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| Now that he is dead and gone she shares
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| Her gift with everyone…
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| And the Gods I loved were poor white trash
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| One was making wine in Canaan, the other
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| Tipping waitresses Cadillacs…
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| The landlord had all he could stand
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| Better cash was close at hand
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| The land, the land, the land was in demand
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| «Down the way they’re selling German cars
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| British clothes to movie stars
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| We can kick the Spanish out for good
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| Rejuvenate the neighborhood. |
| I’m the laughing
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| Stock of all my friends, with that crazy old
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| Woman and her Presley Land…»
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| When she was left with nothing, she said
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| «They sold my house, can’t get it back
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| Could hardly raise the cash if I sold
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| My Cadillac… even if I could do that.»
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| And the Gods I loved were poor white trash
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| One was making wine in Canaan, the other
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| Tipping waitresses Cadillacs… |