Private Presley

The two-room shotgun house

The folks could hear her howl

The cotton bed sheets, blood, and my son

One less, when it's all done

Oh, love me tender like what keeps you right

My voice is back home while I'm in Hell

Who's the old slew foot who took you from me?

Cried, oh, Private Presley, she swayed like the trees

The bus line, people shout

Reach out with my hand to these sidewalk crowds

All of these faces, you can't see with me

Just wanna go home, my river winds breeze

Oh, love me tender like what keeps you well

My voice is back home while I'm in Hell

Who's the old slew foot who took you from me?

Cried, oh, Private Presley, she swayed like the trees

The Memphis sun still shone

Tupelo's air still filled my lungs

Alone except my songs, you're gone

Just bring me with you, love

Oh, love me tender like what keeps you well

My voice is back home while I'm in Hell

Who's the old slew foot who took you from me?

Cried, oh, Private Presley, she swayed like the trees