Elliott Murphy – On Elvis Presleys Birthday (Guitar)

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I can't say that I love this place where I live

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This particular geographical location but I've grown use to it

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And now I miss it when I'm away, of course when I was a kid

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My father would take me with him down to the bowery where the bums where

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And in the restaurants supply stores he would buy shiny steel refrigerators

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And deadly looking stoves

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While I begged him to take to the army navy surplus stores on canal street 

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to buy big dead bullets

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  He wore a short cordury jacket,   an informal hat with puff of feather

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And he talked with his hands in his pants pockets jangling change

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Driving his Cadillac it was Elvis Presley's birthday

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They said it on the radio

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My father like Elvis and it was worderful

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We drove trough black nieghborhoods

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On Long Island's north shore When Elvis was alive

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My father was from Brooklyn and the depression left his mark

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   From picking up coal on the railroad tracks

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He didn't have a good word to say about Franklin Delano Roosvelt

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Later I liked elegant hotel bars 

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where I could drink under F. Scott Fitzgerald Skies

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The coolest of the cool, never a child on Elvis Presley's birthday's

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My dead father jangling change

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This is an unreal City, you can be anybody when you're alone