Elvis Part Two

I was three years old
Back seat of a rambler
Cigarette smoke
Making clouds swirl
Am Elvis out of
Rattling speaker
Daddy's cussing shaking
Red knuckles
In the smoky air

Grown ups yelling
In the town square
Mamma's hand
Reaches neath
The head rest she's
Rubbing daddy's neck

Seems like a small thing
Natural as a spring rain
Just something that happens
When the air gets thick
Blood gets thin

Crank those windows down
Let the big bad wolf in
Blowing down straw houses
Three little pigs
Getting slaughtered
In the town square

Homemade whiskey
Passed around there
Elvis gets suspicious
Back before
Frequency modulation
Made it here mamma's
Calming daddy down
By a holy touch
Simple touch

My bruises almost gone
Toenail almost grown back
Beat to crying
By the racing track
Jenny Shifflett's
Big green eyes

Hair like corn silk in the sun
Kissed her hand
Like queen of England
Such a precious drive
Just three years old
It's the first thing I recall

They found me out in Waco
I just wandered away
Kept me all day
At some desk
Dumping ashtrays
I remember
Mamma's happy sound
When the big cop
Brought me out

Daddy's beaming
Like he's proud
Rambler back
Seat smoky clouds
Elvis Polk salad Annie
Out of busted speaker
Am radio long time ago
I can still remember



Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Bridges
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