| That «for sale» sign says «sold» now
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| We put ten down and it’s all ours
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| It’s bank-owned land, but I’ve got plans
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| To pay it off with this guitar
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| And this driveway’s made of gravel
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| And this porch don’t wrap around
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| No, you can’t call it a castle
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| But we’re sippin' on some Crown, yeah
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| Well, good God almighty, ain’t we got it good?
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| Got a couple acre graceland way out in the woods
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| Where your sweet loving’s got me feelin' like a king
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| Oh, I can be your Elvis, honey, you can be my Tennessee queen
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| Tennessee queen
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| These cowboy boots are blue suede shoes
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| When I’m spinnin' you around the room
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| Oh, can’t you tell that I can’t help
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| But fall in love with you
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| We can throw us on a slow song
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| We can make a little love
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| We can wake up in the mornin', baby
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| All shook up, yeah
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| Well, good God almighty, ain’t we got it good?
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| Got a couple acre graceland way out in the woods
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| Where your sweet loving’s got me feelin' like a king
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| Oh, I can be your Elvis, honey, you can be my Tennessee queen
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| I’ll be your hunk of burnin' love, baby, what do you say? |
| We make this house into a home in our own little way
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| I swear I’ll love you tender, girl, with all of my heart
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| It’s hard to believe that all of it’s ours, singin'
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| Well, good God almighty, ain’t we got it good?
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| Got a couple acre graceland way out in the woods
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| Where your sweet loving’s got me feelin' like a king
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| Oh, I can be your Elvis, honey, you can be my Tennessee queen
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| Tennessee queen |