Interpret:

Elvis Presley

Album:

2nd To None

There's a man in New Orleans 
Who plays rock and roll 
He's a guitar man 
With a great big soul 
He lays down a beat 
Like a ton of coal 
He goes by the name of King Creole 


You know he's gone, gone, gone 
Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole 
You know he's gone, gone, gone 
Hip shaking King Creole 


When the king starts to do it 
It's as good as done 
He holds his guitar 
like a tommy gun 
He starts to growl 
From way down his throat 
He bends a string 
And "that's all she wrote" 


Well, he sings a song about a crowded hole 
He sings a song about a jelly roll 
He sings a song about meat and greens 
He wails some blues about New Orleans 


Well, he plays something evil 
Then he plays something sweet 
No matter what he plays 
You got to get up on your feet 


When he gets the rockin' fever 
baby, heaven sakes 
He don't stop playin' 
'Till his guitar breaks