Elvis Presley - KING CREOLE
There's a man in new orleans
Who plays rock and roll
Hes a guitar man
With a great big soul
He lays down a beat
Like a ton of coal
He goes by the name of king creole
You know hes gone, gone, gone
Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole
You know he's gone, gone, gone
When the king starts to do it
It's as good as done
He holds his guitar
Like a tommy gun
He starts to growl
From way down his throat
He bends a string
And thats all she wrote,
Well, he sings a song about a crowded hole.
He sings a song about a jelly roll.
He sings a song about meat and greens.
He wails some blues about new orleans.
Well, he plays something evil
Then he plays something sweet
No matter what he plays
You got to get up on your feet
When he gets the rockin fever.
Baby, heaven sakes
He don't stop playin'
till his guitar breaks.
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