I was thinking that night about Elvis The day that he died, day that he died I was thinking that night about Elvis The day that he died, day that he died
Just a country boy that combed his hair He put on a shirt his mother made and went on the air And he shook it like a chorus girl Yeah, he shook it like a Harlem Queen He shook it like a midnight rambler, baby Like you never seen, you never seen
I was thinking that night about Elvis The day that he died, day that he died I was thinking that night about Elvis The day that he died, the day that he died
How 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 Yeah, he shook it, 'bout to make it break He shook it like a holy roller, baby With his soul at stake, his soul at stake
I was thinking that night about Elvis The day that he died, day that he died Yeah, I was thinking that night about Elvis The day that he died, day that he died
He was all alone in a long decline Thinking how happy John Henry was when he fell down and died When he shook it and he rang like silver He shook it and he shine 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?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
