ME 'N' ELVIS in the FRENCH QUARTER

A lot of people don't know this but me and Elvis are tight. I know a lot of you folks believe that Elvis has left the building so to speak but friends that is exactly what he wants you to think. And after all can you blame him? That poor boy done all he could to make pretty music for you all and then what happened? You all turned your backs on him and started chasin' after them long haired sissy looking Beatles. Now is that any way to treat a true son of the south? But that's not what this here story's all about pilgrim. Naw, this here's a story about how Me and Elvis took a little road trip down to New Orleans to get us some gumbo and such.

I ain't saying what year it was. Hell it could have been yesterday for all you're gonna' know. But I will tell you this, the boy looked good. Just like he does now. We're not talking about fat bloated pill poppin sequined suit fried peanut butter and banana sandwich eatin' Las Vegas towards the "end" Elvis neither. No siree, we're talkin' more like sleek karate choppin' black leather jumpsuit wearin' long side burned one side of the upper lip snarled hunka hunka burnin' love Elvis. we might also be talkin' about a little bit a lickered up Elvis too as me and he definitely put away a few on that long sojourn we made to hurricane land. Nobody even gave us no never mind when we left Tupelo where we'd been holin' up. Since everybody thought Elvis was busy playin' at his new nightspot in the clouds they just figgered it was just another Elvi impersonator come to pay tribute. So we was able to roll on outta town nice and easy like.