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FIRST CHURCH OF ELVIS

 

First church of Elvis hymns on Sunday morn

Last chance redemption time for me to be reborn

Got my first religion .45 RPM

Casinos bars and churches

I have walked with him    

It got so depressing, news at 6 PM

I got out my records I just talked to him

Found something to worship

Something that don’t do wrong

I have walked and talked with him and he gave me this song

                             

   I have walked with him, I have talked with him

I have told him about the pain in my heart

Took me a lot of chances, kicked open as many doors

Doctors lawyers presidents, con artists and whores         

Livin’ life on credit, riskin’ life and limb

I’ve spoken with Jack Martin Jesus and Elvis

I have walked with…them

   I have walked with him, I have talked with him

I have told him about the pain in my heart

   I have walked with him, I have talked with him

I have told him about the pain in my heart

….my heart

            Speed Talent & Greed:  

(The Birth of Nascar)

From the stills in the hills,  the whiskey had to get to town                    

I was just a willin’ driver  if my Ford could fly,  without breakin’ down           

We had to make our cars,  go faster than the law that come after me  

And dying wouldn’t be the worst thing,  that ever  happened  to me 

Cuz  I got…speed talent and greed,

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa

--We got a God given right to slake our thirst, with whiskey      

I’ve had a hundred lives and a thousand drives, thru history    

When I’m drivin,   I get my meals from an old  mason jar          

Freedom is the engine and whiskey is the fuel for my car                           

After the depression folks were realizing that we had skills                

We traded roads from the hills for dirt tracks and more expensive thrills     

We put rules to the drivin’ &  built our cars to race                               

Now instead a being outlaws we’re the ones who’s givin’ the chase     

Cuz  I we had speed talent and greed,

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa

          Tim Flock  Red Voght,  Ernhardt  Farmer  &   France                         

Yarborough Petty, Gordan  Roberts & Grant                                      

Petty and Pearson,  Lund,  Jarrett    and Wood                                    

Bonnett,  Johnson,  Hendrick

Waltrip & Cook                                      

They all had,  speed talent and greed

                 Crocodile Boy             

                                                   Cade 1  25  05  and 2014 and 2017

He’s a boy, he got teeth, runnin’ wild, in the streets                                  

And you’ll his girl- she tastes just like a hurricane

He’s in a gang, he’s a gansta       he’s a trickster, and a rock star he's  satan’s

pride and joy

He’s a crocodile boy          crocodile boy     He’s a jet, he’s a kite he only

comes out at night                          

Got a temper like a stick a’ dynamite

Ca-ca-ca Crocodile Boy     Crocodile Boy

He bites two thousand one hundred twenty five pounds to the inch

Ca-ca-ca Crocodile Boy Crocodile Boy       He’s somethin’ you can’t hardly see            He’s a child of you and me

He’s a product of plenty and waste

  Crocodile Boy         Crocodile Boy   

He’s faced, and misplaced, interlaced and free based Got a hoodie, not a face

He’s a crocodile boy          crocodile boy  

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