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Elvis Presley Blues ukulele

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Elvis Presley Blues
by: Gillian Welch
Capo VII

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


I was thinking that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died
I was thinking that night about Elvis
Day that he died, 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
He shook it like to make it break
And he shook it like a holy roller, baby
With his soul at stake

I was thinking that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died
I was thinking that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died
He was all alone in a long decline
Thinking how happy John Henry was that 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

He shook it and he beat that steam drill, baby
Well bless my soul

I was thinking that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died
I was thinking that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died
Just a country boy that combed his hair
Put on a shirt 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

            
            
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