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Jesus and Elvis, Glory
                                        by Stephen Wayne
Jesus walked on water, nobody ever done it better
Elvis played a guitar, Lord a lot of women wept
Elvis, he died young, Jesus, he died younger
They both touched my heart and soul, gave me dreams that I have kept

I have seen them in black velvet, beside a highway in Missouri
And I wonder 'bout narrow minded folks who say they both are dead
I know Jesus he ascended, to my father up in heaven
Elvis Aaron's on the radio, songs of gold bustin in my head

Singing Glory, glory, glory! Glory hallelujah!
Lay my bones way down in Dixie
Send my soul to the Promised Land
Singing Glory, glory, glory! I still love my Jesus
You can call me poor white trash, Elvis is still my man

Well I found me a girl named Leesa
Dark hair, green eyes, and freckles
On her grannie's porch in the Georgia sun dreamin dreams I could understand
Elvis couldn't, so I came to love her,
Only Jesus loves her better
It would break my heart if we had to part, so I'm glad I'm still her man

Lord I went down that old river
Rolling out of Memphis
Before I got to the Arkansas I met a one-armed man
Said that I was born just a poor share cropper
On the rich dirt of this delta
And if I die before I wake, Sweet Jesus take my one good hand

Singing Glory, glory, glory! Glory hallelujah!
Lay my bones way down in Dixie
Send my soul to the Promised Land
Singing Glory, glory, glory! I still love my Jesus
You can call me poor white trash, Elvis is still my man

Hear my brothers and sisters a singing
In Tupelo on Sunday
Lord my momma cried when Elvis Aaron died
Daddy told me be a man
Give you heart and soul to Jesus, don't die alone like Elvis
Be a native son, when it's over and done, Sweet Jesus gonna understand

Singing Glory, glory, glory! Glory hallelujah!
Lay my bones way down in Dixie
Send my soul to the Promised Land
Singing Glory, glory, glory! I still love my Jesus
You can call me poor white trash, Elvis is still my man

Singing Glory, glory, glory! Glory hallelujah!
Lay my bones way down in Dixie
Send my soul to the Promised Land
Singing Glory, glory, glory! I still love my Jesus
You can call me poor white trash, Elvis is still my man

Go ahead and call me poor-white-trash
Elvis is still my man.

That's right
Jesus is Lord and God
Elvis is the man
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