King Of Rock And Roll

Just a poor boy from Tennessee,
Never dreamed where he would be.
He played his one night stands,
Singin' with a three piece band.

He sung and swiveled his hips,
As he'd smile and curl his lip.
He was a poor boy havin' fun.
Unaware of the things to come.

Fate would lead him to his fame,
When marquees flashed his name.
He'd be king of rock and roll,
'Cause he sung and touched souls.

Let his story give hope to you,
About things that faith can do.
He wished on stars and moonbeams.
And he held onto all his dreams.

Fate would lead him to his fame,
When marquees flashed his name.
He'd be king of rock and roll,
'Cause he sung and touched souls.

Copyright 2000 By: Glenn Smith
(All rights reserved)