Songtexte: Gillian Welch. Elvis Presley Blues.

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 he never seen, like he 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
Grabbing one 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 dead climb
Thinkin' how happy John Henry was
That he fell down and died
When he shook it, he rang like silver
He shook it and he shined like gold
He shook it and he beat that steam drill, baby
Well it blessed my soul
Well it blessed my soul
He shook it and he beat that steam drill, baby
Well it blessed my soul
What's wrong with me?

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 he never seen, never seen
Like he never seen, never seen