| I was thinking that night about Elvis
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| Day that he died, the day that he died
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| I was thinking that night about Elvis
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| Day that he died, the day that he died
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| Just a country boy who combed his hair
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| Put on a shirt his mother made 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 rambler, baby
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| Like you’ve never seen, never seen, never seen
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| I was thinking that night about Elvis
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| Day that he died, the day that he died
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| I was thinking that night about Elvis
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| The day that he died, the day that he died
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| He took it all out of black and white
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| Grabbed his wands 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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| He shook it like a holy roller, baby
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| With his soul at stake, soul at stake, soul at stake
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| I was thinking that night about Elvis
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| Of the day that he died, the day that he died
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| I was thinking that night about Elvis
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| The day that he died, oh the 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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| And he shook it and he rang like silver
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| He shook it and it 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, 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, bless my soul |