Grace Potter and the Nocturnals – Elvis Presley Blues (Guitar)

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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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He 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, like you never seen, never seen

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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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How he took it all out of black and white

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Grabbed his wand in the other hand and he held on tight

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And he shook it like a hurricane

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He shook it like to make it break

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And he shook it like a holy roller, baby

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With his soul at stake, with his soul at stake, soul at stake

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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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He was all alone in a long decline

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Thinking how happy John Henry was that he fell down and died

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When he shook it and it rang like silver

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He shook it and it shine like gold

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He shook it and he beat that steam drill, baby

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And he blessed my soul, what's wrong with with me

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And mentioned like a man on a fuzzy dream, a fuzzy dream, fuzzy dream

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And he shook it and it rang like silver

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And he shook it and it shined like gold

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He shook it and he beat that steam drill, baby

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And he blessed my soul, yes he blessed my soul, blessed my soul