Текст песни Private Presley

The two room shotgun house The folks could hear her howls The cotton bed sheets blood, my son One less, when its all done Love me tender like what keeps you well My voice is back home while I’m in hell Who’s the ol’ 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 Love me tender like what keeps you well My voice is back home while I’m in hell Who's the ol' 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 Love me tender like what keeps you well My voice is back home while I'm in hell Who's the ol' slew foot who took you from me Cried oh Private Presley, she sways like the trees