Elvis Presley Blues Lyrics

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 he 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 walkie in the other hand and he held on tight
And he shook it like a hurricane
Yeah, he shook it ′bout to make it rain
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 of habits of Henry Wash when he fell down and died
Well, he shook it and he rang like silver
He shook it and he 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?