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Gillian Welch
Elvis Presley Blues
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 the shirt his mother made
And he 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
Like you never seen
Never seen