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