| Jesus and Elvis, painted on velvet
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| Hanging at the bar here every night
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| It’s good to be back again, oh me and my old friends
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| 'Neath the neon cross and a string of Christmas lights
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| Lola built this joint in sixty-seven
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| And her boy went off to fight on Christmas eve
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| In a war nobody won, she lost her only son
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| Now everything he loved is what you see
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| Jesus and Elvis, painted on velvet
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| Hanging at the bar here every night
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| It’s good to be back again, oh me and my old friends
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| 'Neath the neon cross and a string of Christmas lights
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| Mama told them Jesus loves a sinner
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| His daddy said that music saved his soul
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| Between the drunkards and the band
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| It’s a fitting promise land
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| For the King of Kings and the king of rock and roll
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| Jesus and Elvis, painted on velvet
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| Hanging at the bar here every night
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| It’s good to be back again, oh me and my old friends
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| 'Neath the neon cross and a string of Christmas lights
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| So if you need a shot of whiskey and redemption
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| Where the delta meets the sea of Galilee
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| Get washed in the blood of the Mississippi mud
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| Come all you non-believers and you’ll see
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| Jesus and Elvis, painted on velvet
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| Hanging at the bar here every night
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| It’s good to be back again, oh me and my old friends
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| 'Neath the neon cross and a string of Christmas lights
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| By and by, Lord, by and by |