Текст песни Elvis Presley - King Creole
Elvis Presley - King Creole слова песни
There`s a man in New OrleansWho plays rock and rollHe`s a guitar manWith a great big soulHe lays down a beatLike a ton of coalHe goes by the name of King CreoleYou know he`s gone, gone, goneJumpin` like a catfish on a poleYou know he`s gone, gone, goneHip shaking King CreoleWhen the king starts to do itIt`s as good as doneHe holds his guitarlike a tommy gunHe starts to growlFrom way down his throatHe bends a stringAnd "that`s all she wrote"Well, he sings a song about a crowded holeHe sings a song about a jelly rollHe sings a song about meat and greensHe wails some blues about New OrleansWell, he plays something evilThen he plays something sweetNo matter what he playsYou got to get up on your feetWhen he gets the rockin` feverbaby, heaven sakesHe don`t stop playin``Till his guitar breaks