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I was thinking that night about Elvis
The day that he died
The day that he died
I was thinking that night about Elvis
The day that he died
The day that he died
Just a country boy that combed his hair
And put on the shirt that his mother made
And went on the air
And he shook it like a chorus girl
And he shook it like a Harlem queen
He shook it like a midnight rambler, baby
Like you never seen, like you never seen
Never seen

I was thinking that night about Elvis
The day that he died
The day that he died
I was thinking that night about Elvis
The day that he died
The day that he died
And he took it all out of black and white
Grabbed his wand in the other hand
And he held on tight
And he shook it like a hurricane
He shook it like to make it break
He shook it like a holy roller, baby
With his soul at stake
With his soul at stake
Soul at stake

I was thinking that night about Elvis
The day that he died
The day that he died
I was thinking that night about Elvis
The day that he died
The day that he died
He was all alone in the long decline
Thinkin' how happy(lucky) John Henry was
That he fell down and died
When he shook it, and it rang like silver
He shook it and it shined like gold
He shook it and he beat that steam drill, baby
Well bless my soul
Bless my soul
He shook it and he beat that steam drill, baby
Well bless my soul
What's wrong with me?
I'm itching like a man in a fuzzy tree
In a fuzzy tree
In a fuzzy tree

I was thinking that night about Elvis
The day that he died
The day that he died
I was thinking that night about Elvis
The day that he died
The day that he died
Just a country boy that combed his hair
Put on the shirt that his mother made
And he went on the air
And he shook it like a chorus girl
He shook it like a Harlem queen
He shook it like a midnight rambler, baby
Like you never seen, never seen
Like younever seen, never seen

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