Elvis Presley - King Creole Lyrics
(words & music by jerry leiber - mike stoller)Theres a man in new orleansWho plays rock and rollHes a guitar manWith a great big soulHe lays down a beatLike a ton of coalHe goes by the name of king creoleYou know hes gone, gone, goneJumpin like a catfish on a poleYou know hes gone, gone, goneHip shaking king creoleWhen the king starts to do itIts as good as doneHe holds his guitarLike a tommy gunHe starts to growlFrom way down his throatHe bends a stringAnd thats all she wroteWell, he sings a song about a crowded holeHe sings a song about a jelly rollHe sings a song about meat and greensHe wails some blues about new orleansWell, he plays something evilThen he plays something sweetNo matter what he playsYou got to get up on your feetWhen he gets the rockin feverBaby, heaven sakesHe dont stop playintill his guitar breaks