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Elvis Presley-Mona Lisa (private recorded)Home Recordings.Recorded at Goethestraße 14 in Bad Nauheim Germany 1959. Mona Lisa Elvis Presley Lyrics Words & Music by J. Livingston - R. Evans Elvis Presley Lyrics Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, man have named you You're so like the lady with the mystic smile Is it only 'cause you're lonely man have blamed you For that Mona Lisa strangeness in your smile Do you smile to tempt a lover Mona Lisa Or is it your way to hide a broken heart Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep They just lie there and they die there Are you warm, are you real Mona Lisa Or just a cold and lonely lovely work of art La la la la...... For that Mona Lisa strangeness in your smile Do you smile to tempt a lover Mona Lisa Or is it your way to hide a broken heart Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep They just lie there and they die there Are you warm, are you real Mona Lisa Or just a cold and lonely lovely work of art Recorded: 1959, first released on A Legendary Performer, Volume 4 -

"Anything That's Part Of You" I memorize the note you sent Go all the places that we went I seem to search the whole day through For anything that's part of you I kept a ribbon from your hair A breath of perfume lingers there It helps to cheer me when I'm blue Anything that's part of you Oh, how it hurts to miss you so When I know you don't love me anymore To go on needing you Knowing you don't need me No reason left for me to live What can I take, what can I give When I'd give all of someone new For anything that's part of you

"Cottonfields" When I was a little baby My mother would rock me in the cradle In them old, old cotton fields at home When I was a little baby My mother would rock me in the cradle In them old, old cotton fields at home Oh, when them cotton balls get rotten You couldn't pick very much cotton In them old cotton fields at home It was down in Louisiana Just a mile from Texarkana In them old, old cotton fields at home It may sound a little funny But, you didn't make very much money In them old cotton fields at home It may sound a little funny But, you didn't make very much money In them old cotton fields at home Oh, when them cotton balls get rotten You couldn't pick very much cotton In them old cotton fields at home It was down in Louisiana Just a mile from Texarkana In them old cotton fields at home I was over in Arkansas People ask me, "What you come here for?" In them old cotton fields at home I was over in Arkansas People ask me, "What you come here for?" In them old, old cotton fields at home Oh, when those cotton balls get rotten You can't pick very much cotton In them old cotton fields at home It was down in Louisiana Just a mile from Texarkana In them old cotton fields at home Oh, when those cotton balls get rotten You can't pick very much cotton In them old, old cotton fields at home It was down in Louisiana Just a mile from Texarkana

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"Promised Land" I left my home in Norfolk Virginia California on my mind I straddled that Greyhound And rode into Raleigh And on across Caroline We had motor trouble that turn into a struggle Halfway across Alabam' And that hound broke down and left us all stranded In downtown Birmingham Right away I brought me a through train ticket Ridin' across Mississippi clean And I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham Smoking into New Orleans Somebody help me get out of Louisiana Just to help me get to Houston Town There are people there who care a little about me And they won't let the poor boy down Sure as you're born brought me a silk suit Put luggage in my hand And I woke up high over Alberquerque On a jet to the promised land Working on a T-bone steak a la carte Flying over to the golden state Ah when the pilot told us in thirteen minutes He would set us at the terminal gate Swing low chariot come down easy Taxi to the terminal zone Cut your engines and cool your wings And let me make it to the telephone Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia Tidewater four ten o nine Tell the folks back home this is the promised land calling And the poor boy is on the line Working on a T-bone steak a la carte Flying over to the golden state Ah when the pilot told us in thirteen minutes He would set us at the terminal gate Swing low chariot come down easy Taxi to the terminal zone Cut your engines and cool your wings And let me make it to the telephone Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia Tidewater four ten o nine Tell the folks back home this is the promised land calling And the poor boy is on the line

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When The Rebel Comes Home Lyrics He's a refugee from the highway Out there fighting for years Whether by God or by glory He's been traveling through his fears And he always feels that his next step Will surely set him free So be kind when he approaches 'Cause that rebel could be me He doesn't know that the road's been dying Dying for so many years Traveling in his darkness He's been traveling through his fears And he left his home as a young one Left the young one in him behind Now his reasons for leaving Well I'll tell you my friend They're just a little hard to find Chorus When the rebel comes home Please don't leave him alone, no, no Let him warm his soul on your shoulder You better touch this man who's been so much older When the rebel comes home Please don't leave him alone, no, no Let him warm his soul on your shoulder You better touch this man who's been so much older He's been walking along the shores of deception Turned his back on it all But you know something must be wrong when you get that late night call I say maybe it was wild geese on the fly Or a mother calling her child That brought a tear to his lonely eye And called him back from the wild

"U.S. Male" Now, I'm a U.S. Male 'cause I was born In a Mississippi town on a Sunday morn Now Mississippi just happens to occupy a place In the southeastern portion of this here United States Now that's a matter of fact, buddy And you know it well So I just call myself the U.S. Male That's M-A-L-E, son. That's me! Now I said all that to say all this I've been watchin' the way You've been watchin' my miss For the last three weeks you been hot on her trail And you kinda upset this U.S. Male You touch her once with your greasy hands I'm gonna stretch your neck like a long rubber band She's wearin' a ring that I bought her on sale And that makes her the property of this U.S. Male You better not mess with the U.S. Male my friend The U.S. Male gets mad, he's gonna do you in You know what's good for yourself son You better find somebody else son Don't tamper with the property of the U.S. Male Through the rain and the heat and the sleet and the snow The U.S. Male is on his toes Quit watchin' my woman, for that ain't wise You ain't pullin' no wool over this boy's eyes I watch You now you Son of a bitch I pick your head and dump you in a ditch Kinda flattened out, so you'll do well To quit playin' games with this U.S. Male You better not mess with the U.S. Male my friend The U.S. Male gets mad, he's gonna do you in You know what's good for yourself son You better find somebody else son Don't tamper with the property of the U.S. Male Sock it to me All right...now I'm gonna tell it like it is son I catch you messin' 'round with that woman of mine I'm gonna lay one on ya. You're talkin' to the U.S. Male The American U.S. Male

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"Clean Up Your Own Backyard" Back porch preacher preaching at me Acting like he wrote the golden rules Shaking his fist and speeching at me Shouting from his soap box like a fool Come Sunday morning he's lying in bed With his eye all red, with the wine in his head Wishing he was dead when he oughta be Heading for Sunday school Clean up your own backyard Oh don't you hand me none of your lines Clean up your own backyard You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine Drugstore cowboy criticizing Acting like he's better than you and me Standing on the sidewalk supervising Telling everybody how they ought to be Come closing time 'most every night He locks up tight and out go the lights And he ducks out of sight and he cheats on his wife With his employee Clean up your own backyard Oh don't you hand me none of your lines Clean up your own backyard You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine Armchair quarterback's always moanin' Second guessing people all day long Pushing, fooling and hanging on in Always messing where they don't belong When you get right down to the nitty-gritty Isn't it a pity that in this big city Not a one a'little bitty man'll admit He could have been a little bit wrong Clean up your own backyard Oh don't you hand me, don't you hand me none of your lines Clean up your own backyard You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine Clean up your own backyard You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine

Softer than a rain drop Fresh as the sea Warm as the sunshine Shining on me This was my love This was my love Light was her laughter Few were her tears Gentle her beauty Turn back her years This was my love This was my love So young, so fair Such soft golden hair A smile always on her face No other love can ever compare No other can take her place Others may cherish Fortune or fame I will forever Cherish her name This was my love This was my love So young, so fair Such soft golden hair A smile always on her face No other love can ever compare No other can take her place Others may cherish Fortune or fame I will forever Cherish her name This was my love This was my love

An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw A-plowing through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky For he saw the Riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry Yippie yi Ohhhhh Yippie yi yaaaaay Ghost Riders in the sky Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat He's riding hard to catch that herd, but he ain't caught 'em yet 'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky On horses snorting fire As they ride on hear their cry As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name If you want to save your soul from Hell a-riding on our range Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride Trying to catch the Devil's herd, across these endless skies Yippie yi Ohhhhh Yippie yi Yaaaaay Ghost Riders in the sky Ghost Riders in the sky Ghost Riders in the sky

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THANKS TO JAMES MCQUEEN, HE WROTE THIS THIS SONG FOR ELVIS. *MERRY CHRISTMAS ELVIS* Believe to be the first and only Christmas Song ever written and copyrighted in memory of Elvis. It’s a very, special Christmas, down in Memphis tonight, a foot of snow on Graceland with a million Christmas Lights. From the window of, the Heartbreak Hotel, you can see the Kings Home, a pink Cadillac parked in the back and the Mansion lights are on. It’s a mystery every Christmas, they say no one’s at home, but they can’t explain the sighting, the music, or the songs. The Songs of a Legend, the King Of Rock-And-Roll, in a white jump suit for Christmas, trimmed in diamonds and gold. On a golden chain, around his neck, hangs the Cross of Calvary, with a Diamond Bolt of Lighting, on a Diamond T.C.B. Merry Christmas Elvis, from all your fans tonight, have a Very Merry Christmas, and may all your Christmas’s be white. ---------------------Music Break, Play Underlined Part --------------------- They say the Mansions empty, but we know they are wrong , every Christmas there are sighting, and the Mansion lights are on. If you listen you’ll hear laughter, music and a song, a Legend, with a guitar, singing Christmas songs. The songs of a Legend, the King Of Rock-and-Roll, in a white jump suit for Christmas, trimmed in diamonds and gold. Merry Christmas Elvis, from all your fans tonight, may the Good Lord Bless and keep you, and may all, your Christmas’s be white. Written and Copyrighted By James T. McQueen (Mac) James McQueens channel https://youtu.be/3DQGOAckkAQ

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Blue Spanish eyes Teardrops are falling from your Spanish eyes Please, please don't cry This is just adios and not goodbye Soon I'll return Bringing you all the love your heart can hold Please say "Si, si" Say you and your Spanish eyes will wait for me Blue Spanish eyes Prettiest eyes in all of Mexico True Spanish eyes Please smile at me once more before I go Soon I'll return Bringing you all the love your heart can hold Please say "Si, si" Say you and your Spanish eyes will wait for me Say you and your Spanish eyes will wait for me

"Skateaway" I seen a girl on a one way corridor Stealing down a wrong way street For all the world like an urban toreador She had wheels on on her feet Well the cars do the usual dances Same old cruise and the kerbside crawl But the rollergirl she's taking chances They just love to see her take them all No fears alone at night she's sailing through the crowd In her ears the phones are tight and the music's playing loud Hallelujah here she comes queen rollerball Enchante what can I say don't care at all You know she used to have to wait around She used to be the lonely one But now that she can skate around town She's the only one No fears alone at night she's sailing through the crowd In her ears the phones are tight and the music's playing loud She gets rock n roll a rock n roll station And a rock n roll dream She's making movies on location She don't know what it means But the music make her wanna be the story And the story was whatever was the song what it was Rollergirl don't worry D.J. play the movies all night long She tortures taxi drivers just for fun She like to read their lips Says toro toro taxi see ya tomorrow my son I swear she let a big truck grease her hip She got her own world in the city You can't intrude on her She got her own world in the city Cos the city's benn so rude to her No fears alone at night she's sailing through the crowd In her ears the phones are tight and the music's playing loud She gets rock n roll a rock n roll station And a rock n roll dream She's making movies on location She don't know what it means But the music make her wanna be the story And the story was whatever was the song what it was Rollergirl don't worry D.J. play the movies all night long Come slippin and slidin Life's roller ball Slippin and a slidin Skateaway that's all Shala shalay hey hey skateaway She's going sining shala shalay hey hey Skateaway

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"Memories" Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine Quiet thought come floating down And settle softly to the ground Like golden autumn leaves around my feet I touched them and they burst apart with sweet memories, Sweet memories Of holding hands and red bouquets And twilight trimmed in purple haze And laughing eyes and simple ways And quiet nights and gentle days with you Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine, Memories, memories, sweet memories

"How Great Thou Art" Oh Lord my God when I in awesome wonder Consider all the worlds thy hands have made I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder Thy power throughout the universe displayed When Christ shall come With shout of acclamation To take me home What joy shall fill my heart Then I shall bow in humble adoration And there proclaim my God how great thou art Then sings my soul my savior God to thee How great thou art How great thou art Then sings my soul my savior God to thee How great thou art how great thou art