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Tupelo

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Maurice Colgan

There's a place in Mississippi, That will never be the same, Because of, a shy young boy, With a very curious name.
His mother bought his first guitar, In main Street, Hardware Co., And who could see,what would be, And how this boy would grow.
The little house where he was born, On the old Saltillo Road, Stands not far from city streets, Where the dreaming youngster strode.
His story now is legend, All the world knows Tupelo, Because of Elvis Presley, Who set the world aglow. Maurice Colgan.


Ah Don't Sound Like Nobody"

by

Maurice Colgan

"Ah don't sound like nobody", Elvis said, at Sun. And so the story goes, the beginning was begun. "That's Alright Mama", He sang in a rare style, With a Rockin' Rollin' rhythm, Uniquely versatile. Fame and fortune came his way, Elvis remained the same. And all around the world today, Everyone knows his name.Graceland is the place to be, At a certain time each year, When thousands gather at the gates, In the song filled atmosphere. 1999.


Elvis Presley XXV Anniversary.

by

Maurice Colgan

This my friends I'll have you know,
He lived life to the hilt,
So most of us commemorate,
Whilst others feel their guilt.
Let's lift a glass and toast a man,
The world cannot forget,
Although he's dead and gone some time,
His voice is with us yet.

MM11. Recorded for the August 15th Anniversary Eve by Memphis TV, 12th June 2002.


Scotty, Bill, and Elvis.

by

Maurice Colgan

Scotty, Bill, and Elvis,
In a beat-up Cadillac,
Roared down to Shreveport,
To play their latest track.

Scotty played the guitar,
A genius with the strings,
And the sound he made in '54,
Gave the music wings.

Bill played a mean Bass,
Plucking out the beat,
With all the kids clapping,
And Dancing in the street.

Elvis sang with all his heart,
And with all his soul,
He sang most everything,
But chiefly Rock 'n' Roll.

Their story now is history,
And the writing's on the wall,
Scotty, Bill, and Elvis,
Had themselves a Ball.

Elvis Presley 2005

by

Maurice Colgan

You know this in your heart,
Now know it in your head,
Elvis followed Beethoven,
And joined the lesser dead.
They do no doubt endure,
Because of song and score,
Along with Micheangelo,
And Socratese of yore.
Just think of those who've passed,
Like Leonardo. Gone.
But you never see the last,
Of names that just live on.
Mankind mourns their like,
All of the lesser dead.
You knew this in your heart,
Now you know it in your head.