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| Precious Memories.... how they linger........ God sent this world a baby boy, who was born in poverty. And as a boy he wondered what would be his destiny. His life was to be busy and things happened that even he couldn't believe. He had so much to give and yet very little to receive. He started out with a song and a wiggle, some people couldn't understand, but you and I now know it was all in God's plan No sooner had he started when he lost his most precious price, tragedy struck this young man..... his mother died. By this time he had the Colonel who was to guide his every step. And things begin to happen that neither one could seem to help. He came home from the army and we saw him on TV. And because of that wiggle they wouldn't even show his knees. His career in the movies took him from us for a while, Even though he didn't like it, he still gave the world a smile. He came back to us in person; this is what he really enjoyed. When he felt he didn't please us, with himself he was annoyed. We demanded, not understanding, that he give to us his all. He tried to do what we wanted... for the big and the small. The demand for his records, to have a glimpse or touch his hand, Bit by bit it took it's toll, for even he was just a man. God in all His wisdom, even though we loved him so, knew what was best, It was time for him to go. Precious father, loving mother..... The king is gone, is what they said August 16, 1977, my friend Elvis was dead I couldn't believe it, how could this be Why God?...... why take Elvis? Why not me? I never forget the funeral that day, what would we sing and what would we say? I chose the songs and those that would sing. I called Rex Humbard.... oh yeah... he'd say the right things Years have now passed and lies have been told. How could these people be so bold? Well, maybe it's over, maybe it's true Surely there's nothing anyone else, can say or do Oh no... there's one last thing, one last attempt to tear down the king. One thing you forgot when you wrote your book The casket could have been closed and no one could have looked I was there! I know! I felt of his hand and I know the difference between a hunk of wax and that of a man Why if he’d wanted to pull a hoax... likes been implied. He was smart enough to do it, but Elvis would never lie Well, this book too will gather it's dust and the plates that printed it will also rust But one thing that nobody will ever end And that's memories of a great man, a great humanitarian and the world's greatest entertainer Elvis.... My Friend...... Precious memories...... how they linger How they ever flood my soul In the stillness of the midnight Precious secret seems unfold........ |
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