Lyrics to an attempt at a three-chord country song written by me several years ago. When you strum, it kinda works.
Chorus
She never gets sick of Elvis
But she sure gets sick of me.
She says she gets lonesome at night,
That's something I can't see.
She says: "He's in my CD rack,
No, of course, he's not dead,
He's in my speakers singing,
Performing in my head."
1
I met her in the 50s,
When Elvis changed the world.
I was her only boy
And she was my only girl
We danced a lot to Hound Dog
And our love was tender too,
But now she taunts my wooden heart
And there's not much I can do.
Chorus
She never gets sick of Elvis
But she sure gets sick of me.
She says she gets lonesome at night,
That's something I can't see.
She says: "He's in my CD rack,
No, of course, he's not dead,
He's in my speakers singing,
Performing in my head."
2
Our walls are full of pictures
Of Elvis through the years.
She loves to sing the songs
While I like drinking beers.
Elvis when I wake up,
Sunrise to sundown,
He's her king of rock and roll
And I'm her jester clown.
Chorus
She never gets sick of Elvis
But she sure gets sick of me.
She says she gets lonesome at night,
That's something I can't see.
She says: "He's in my CD rack,
No, of course, he's not dead,
He's in my speakers singing,
Performing in my head."
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