The King

rockabillyROCKNROLL

Summer of 1935 you came into this world
the son of a truck driver, your music unfurled
blue suede shoes, king creole, just some of your hits
swivelling your hips with the girls in fits.

movies did beckon, some not so good
returning to the stage as you knew you should.
In Vegas you were welcomed time after time,
pills to help you cope, now that was a crime.

one fateful morning, the lord he did call
it's time for you to leave us, once and for all.
at Gracelands we'll remember you, tributes we'll bring
all with one thing in common, paying homage to the king.