Private Presley - Peach Pit

The two room shotgun house

The folks could hear her howls

The cotton bed sheets blood, my son

One less, when it’s all done

Love me tender like what keeps you well

My voice is back home while I’m in hell

Who’s the ol' slew foot who took you from me

Cried oh Private Presley, she swayed like the trees

The bus line, people shout

Reach out with my hand to these sidewalk crowds

All of these faces, you can’t see, with me

Just wanna go home, my river winds breeze

Love me tender like what keeps you well

My voice is back home while I’m in hell

Who’s the ol' slew foot who took you from me

Cried oh Private Presley, she swayed like the trees

The Memphis sun still shone

Tupelo’s air still filled my lungs

Alone except my songs, you’re gone

Just bring me with you love

Love me tender like what keeps you well

My voice is back home while I’m in hell

Who’s the ol' slew foot who took you from me

Cried oh Private Presley, she sways like the trees