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  • 作词 : Rawlings, Welch
    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
    And put on a shirt 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 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, what's wrong with me?
    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
  • 作词 : Rawlings, Welch
    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
    And put on a shirt 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 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, what's wrong with me?
    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