| It was a rainy night the night the king went down | 
| Everybody was crying it seemed like sadness had surrounded the town | 
| Me I went to the liquor store | 
| And I bought a bottle of wine and a bottle of gin | 
| I played his records all night | 
| Drinking with a close, close friend | 
| Now some people say that that ain’t right | 
| And some people say nothing at all | 
| But even in the darkest of night | 
| You can always hear the king’s call | 
| You can always hear the king’s call | 
| Well they put him away in Memphis | 
| Six feet beneath the clay | 
| Everybody was crying | 
| Everybody said it was a plain grey day | 
| Me I went to the liquor store | 
| And I bought another bottle of wine and another bottle of gin | 
| I played his records all night | 
| And I got drunk all over again | 
| Now some people say that that ain’t right | 
| (That ain’t right) | 
| And some people say nothing at all | 
| (I say nothing) | 
| But even in the darkest of night | 
| You could always hear the king’s call | 
| You could always hear the king’s call | 
| I wonder if you’re lonesome tonight | 
| And I’d rather go on hearing your lies | 
| Than to go on living without you | 
| Now some people say that that ain’t right | 
| And some people say nothing at all (I say nothing) | 
| But even in the darkest of night | 
| You could always hear the king’s call | 
| You could always hear the king’s call | 
| You could always hear the king’s call | 
| Now the stage is bare and I’m standing here | 
| They might as well bring the curtain down | 
| I cried the night the king died |