The King Is Dead

On a hot August night in Memphis At the tinder age of forty two Behind the gates of Graceland America lost its tune Gather round the throne room The king is sadly dead On the cold linoleum floor Is where he last laid his weary head Fought so many battles In the star filled lonely life he lived If you're keeping score this is one war That he lost the battle in His scepter it was golden His voice it was the same He just lost his soul is all Somewhere along the way With papers read the words they bled Out on the written page Tears that poured as the world all mourned And still do to this day So bow your heads the king is dead Elvis has left the building after all Although long gone there is still the song And he still is the king of rock and roll Thinking the other day of the exact place I was standing when I heard the news of Elvis's passing August 16, 1977 and this came to mind. Not the hugest Elvis fan in the world but boy could he sing!