Post by AquarianM on Jan 8, 2010 at 10:57am
75 From Tupelo...
Three quarters of a century,
And you'll never ever picture it,
The King is seventy-five today,
And my radio is still pouring out glory and platinum,
I have a guitar gently weeping in my bedroom,
For the sheer joyous insanity rocking me on,
Tacky or not,
Elvis knew how to live large,
You can bet your ass,
There would be seventy five six-foot candles,
Flickering on Graceland's lawn today,
If he were still here singing,
All of us would dance in the glow,
For a lifetime,
Because some treasures just can't die,
Under a Grammy-winning gospel sky.
Happy Birthday, King.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 01/08/2010
Three quarters of a century,
And you'll never ever picture it,
The King is seventy-five today,
And my radio is still pouring out glory and platinum,
I have a guitar gently weeping in my bedroom,
For the sheer joyous insanity rocking me on,
Tacky or not,
Elvis knew how to live large,
You can bet your ass,
There would be seventy five six-foot candles,
Flickering on Graceland's lawn today,
If he were still here singing,
All of us would dance in the glow,
For a lifetime,
Because some treasures just can't die,
Under a Grammy-winning gospel sky.
Happy Birthday, King.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 01/08/2010