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