| King is dead, he just left
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| Been so long, I don’t forget
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| Blacktop road, moon shine bright
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| Echoes ring out on a blue suede night
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| There’s a neon sign, outside the door
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| A beat-up bass and an old guitar
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| This ain’t the promised land, that’s all right
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| Echoes ring out on a blue suede night
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| See the lonesome train, coming down the track
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| Passed the lazy river down by the cotton shack
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| Hear the whistle blow, see the smoke from the stack
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| King is dead and he ain’t coming back
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| There in the corner, jukebox play
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| Singing songs from a better day
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| Pour me another whiskey, give me a light
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| Echoes ring out on a blue suede night
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| See the lonesome train, coming down the track
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| Passed the lazy river down by the cotton shack
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| Blacktop road, moon shine bright
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| Echoes ring out on a blue suede night
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| Seen this place, I’ve been here before
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| Ain’t the place for a shooting star
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| Driving to Graceland, rolling like dice
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| Echoes ring out on a blue suede night
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| Echoes ring out on a blue suede night
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| Echoes ring… |