You know, I feel sorry for the young artists.
Did ole Hank really do it this way?
The men who could not fight, in a war that didn't seem right. You let them come home, America.
Nobody knows I'm Elvis, nobody knows this is me. After all of my tries, I've got the perfect disguise.
I could have killed her when we first met and I've been out of jail by now.
One night of love don't make up for six nights alone. But I'd rather have one than none Lord, cause I'm flesh and bone.