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big smith - john elvis lyrics

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john elvis is dead, man, and he had it coming
for his drinking and preaching, fighting and b-mming.
he spent all his nights in a blind, drunken haze,
but this is the song of john elvis’s days.

he’d laugh at your ups, and he’d cuss at your downs,
and he wrote a fair line when his wits were around.
he talked fast and played fair, and worked when he could,
and he’d p-wn his typewriter when he ran out of food.

john elvis henry was a name he took on
since his parents door-stepped him, and were vanished and gone.
so you might have known him by some other name
but you’ll recognize him if the story’s the same.

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i worked with john elvis the better part of five years
and we did some talking, and we drank some beers
’til it became less like friendship, and more like a ch-r-
keeping john out of trouble and off of the floor.

one night he was bad off, and i spoke my mind
about keeping one’s promise and walking the line.
he never argued, he just talked of his pain
and who’s fit to tell him that didn’t explain?

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tom randolph called me one morning near dawn-
there was a single-car crash, and john elvis was gone.
for some reason i felt i should apologize
but instead i just said, “thank god no one else died.”

some would say he was a man too young for his age
and some would have him a writer who ran out of page.
you could say he had monsters that he never faced-
he was a devoted man, with his devotions misplaced.

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