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• Artiste: Gillian Welch
• Titre: Elvis Presley Blues
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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 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