Butch Ross – Letras de Elvis Presley Blues

I was thinking that night about Elvis,
Day that he died,
Day that he died.

I was thinking that night about Elvis,
Day that he died,
Day that he died.

Just a country boy, that combed his hair,
And put on a shirt his mother made and went on the air.
And he shook it like a chorus girl.
And he shook it like a Harlem queen.
And he shook it like a midnight rambler, baby,
Like you'd never seen, like you'd never seen. Never seen.

I was thinking that night about Elvis...

Now they took it all out of black and white,
Grabbing one in the other hand and he held on tight,
And he shook it like a hurricane.
And he shook it like to make it break.
And he shook it like a holy roller, baby,
With his soul at stake, soul at stake.
Soul at stake, soul at stake.

I was thinking that night about Elvis...

He was all alone, in a long decline,
Thinking' how happy John Henry was that he fell down and died.
When he shook it and he rang like silver,
And he shook it and he shine like gold,
And he shook it and he beat that steam drill,
Well bless my soul, bless my soul.
And he shook it and he beat that steam drill,
Well bless my soul, what's wrong with me?

I was thinking that night about Elvis...

Just a country boy that combed his hair,
And put on a shirt his mother made and went on the air.
And he shook it like a chorus girl.
And he shook it like a Harlem queen.
And he shook it like a midnight rambler, baby,
Like you'd never seen, never seen.
Like you'd never seen, never seen.