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