Elvis Presley Blues 
Gillian Welch 
From Time The Revelator 
Written by Welch/Rawlings 
Tabbed by Edward Montano


Capo 7 - All finger picked 

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I was thinking that night about Elvis, 
Day that he died, 
Day that he died. 
G 
I was thinking that night about Elvis, 
Day that he died, 
Day that he died. 


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Just a country boy, that combed his hair, 
C                                                    G 
And put on a shirt his mother made and went on the air. 
Em                               G 
And he shook it like a chorus girl. 
Em                                G 
And he shook it like a Harlem queen. 
Em                                    G 
And he shook it like a midnight rambler, baby, 
C                                          G 
Like you'd never seen, like you'd never seen. Never seen.

G
I was thinking that night about Elvis, 
Day that he died, 
Day that he died. 
G
I was thinking that night about Elvis, 
Day that he died, 
Day that he died. 

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Now they took it all out of black and white,
C                                                 G 
Grabbing one in the other hand and he held on tight, 
Em                             G
And he shook it like a hurricane.
Em                                  G
And he shook it like to make it break.
Em                                G 
And he shook it like a holy roller, baby,
C                                   G
With his soul at stake, soul at stake. 
Soul at stake, soul at stake. 

G
I was thinking that night about Elvis, 
Day that he died, 
Day that he died. 
G
I was thinking that night about Elvis, 
Day that he died, 
Day that he died. 

G
He was all alone, in a long decline,
C                                                          G 
Thinking' how happy John Henry was that he fell down and died.
Em                                     G
When he shook it and he rang like silver, 
Em                                   G
And he shook it and he shine like gold,
Em                                         G 
And he shook it and he beat that steam drill, 
C                 G
Well bless my soul, bless my soul. 
And he shook it and he beat that steam drill, 
Well bless my soul, what's wrong with me? 

G
I was thinking that night about Elvis, 
Day that he died, 
Day that he died. 
G
I was thinking that night about Elvis, 
Day that he died, 
Day that he died. 

G
Just a country boy that combed his hair, 
C                                                    G
And put on a shirt his mother made and went on the air. 
Em                               G
And he shook it like a chorus girl.
Em                                G 
And he shook it like a Harlem queen.
Em                                    G 
And he shook it like a midnight rambler, baby, 
C                               G
Like you'd never seen, never seen. 
G
Like you'd never seen, never seen.
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