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