| Elvis Presley |     |
| Long black limousine |    |
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There's a long line of mourners
Driving down our little street
Their fancy cars are such a sight to see, oh yea
They're all your rich friends who knew you in the city
And now they've finally brought ya
Brought ya home to me
When you left you know you told me
That some day you'd be returning
In a fancy car, all the town to see, whoa yea,
Well now ev'ryone is watching you
You've finally had your dream, yea and
You're riding in a long black limousine
You know the paper told of how you lost your life, oh yea
The party, the party and the fatal crash that night
Well a race along the highway, oh the curve you didn't see
Well you're riding in that long black limousine
Through tear filled eyes I watch as you ride by oh yea
A chauffeur, a chauffeur at the wheel dressed up so fine
Well I'll never, I'll never love another
Oh my heart, all my dreams yea, they're with you
In that long black limousine
Yea, yea, they're with you in that long black limousine
Yea, yea, yeah they're with you in that long black limousine
Yea, yea, yeah they're with you in that long black limousine, yeah
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