Something About A Song

I get a lot of cabs and always use the same local taxi company. They have about 20 drivers and, so, I pretty much know every one of them on a first name basis. Donnie is one of them. He's nice guy, a big ole country boy, and he seems to have a lot of girl friends. He is known by his taxi driving buddies to have a bit of a facination with Elvis Presely. So, one evening when I was actually thinking about Elvis and this whole myth surrounding his rumored demise I began to think that maybe (just maybe) it's true, that Elvis really wasn't dead. Could it be that he's alive and well, and driving a taxi somewhere on Cape Breton Island. I mean it could be true. Who knows?

Elvis Drives A Taxi

Elvis drives a taxi through the streets of my hometown
he don't care to be recognized, don't wanna draw no crowd
he cruises long that Lonely Street of lover's lost and found
yeah, Elvis drives a taxi through the streets of my hometown

Elvis drives a taxi and the girls don't even know
he sings 'em love me tender they just break his heart and go
it's the perfect occupation for the King of Rock 'n Roll
he's alive and well and livin' on the oldies radio

And he sings that's alright mama that's alright with me
you don't want my love and I don't need your sympathy
I could have been your teddy bear I could'a been your man
we could be makin' love here in the back seat of my cab

Elvis drives a taxi, and he's lookin' pretty good
he doesn't use prescription drugs or live in Hollywood
he's packed up the shades and sequins wants to live the simple life
wants to find a new Pricilla maybe take her for his wife

And he sings little sister don't you do what your big sister done
she ain't nothin but a hound dog all she did was lead me on
swing me low my dear sweet chariot the promised land is gone
to where broken hearted lovers go to hang their head and moan

Yeah, Elvis drives a taxi through the streets of my hometown
he has been returned to sender you might see him drivin' round
got his elbow out the window slicks his hair back with a comb
drivin through the gates of Graceland, yeah, but he ain't goin home

And he sings you can knock me down but don't step on my blues suede shoes
Cos' I'm walkin' here with Jesus down this rough an' rocky road
I'm off to meet Saint Peter, so have mercy on my soul
Cos' there ain't no room in heaven for the king of rock and roll

Elvis drives a taxi through the streets of my hometown
he don't care to be recognized, don't wanna draw no crowd
he cruises long that Lonely Street of lover's lost and found
yeah, Elvis drives a taxi through the streets of my hometown

yeah, Elvis drives a taxi through the streets of my hometown
yeah, Elvis drives a taxi through the streets of my hometown

Elvis Drives A Taxi. A song inspired by Donnie MacInnis of Sydney, Nova Scotia.