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Mama Cried for Elvis

By Joe Oconnell
It came from the delta
Where the bluegrass grows
One guitar and a tortured soul
From deep in the delta
Where the bluegrass grows

Mama cried for Robert
Cause he wandered so alone
Mama cried for Robert
Cause he never did get home
no he never did get home

It rolled on down the river
Like a wild dog on the run
They heard it down in Memphis
At the temple of the sun
You know they heard it down in Memphis
At the temple of the sun

Mama cried for Elvis
Cause Elvis shone one like gold
We all need a name for things
So we called it rock and roll
Yeah we called it rock an roll

Mama hears the music
Still playing in her head
But the purple rain stopped falling
When she heard the Prince was dead
Yes when we heard the Prince was dead

The times keep on changing
And music does the same
But there always is an echo
From the field chant of a slave
From the field chant of a slave

Mama's getting older now
She can't hear her children sing
But she has no need to worry
We're still walking with the king
Yes we're still walking with the king

Mama cried for Elvis
Cause Elvis shone one like gold
We all need a name for things
So we called it rock and roll
Yeah we called it rock an roll

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