The King Lives On

 

I was driving cross Texas in my old Willis Jeep

Looking for work, it'd been nearly a week

To take my mind off my troubles I turned my radio on

It was Elvis' birthday and they were playing his songs

Pulled in a gas station, enough cash for a tank

And maybe a candy bar and something to drink

When there stood at the vending machine

A man that I knew who was once called "The King"

His sideburns were gray, nearly down to his chin

He pulled out some change and he dropped it in

Though he wasn't as slim as a hillbilly cat

Matter of fact he was kind of bald and a little fat

He tugged on the lever but was a quarter shy

So I spotted him one and then I said "Hi"

I said, "I don't mean to stop and stare"

And he said, "That's alright, Son, they do everywhere"

Then he pulled that lever and with a royal touch,

A Snickers come out and he said, "Thank you very much"

 

I drove on down the road a ways

'Til I come to a toll booth and I had to pay

The attendant there, there was something about him

Seems like I'd seen him somewhere.

He leaned over and I handed him a buck

And he said, "This one's on me

Here's your money back, Chuck"

I said, "That's not my name but I know that face"

Then I thought to myself

He must be that fella from that other place

A puzzling question come into my mind

Was sending shivers up my spine,

I was going to, but before I could ask it

He said, "Please move that Jeep, Chuck

You'e holding up the traffic"

 

That unsettled my stomach so I needed a bite to eat

I spotted a Burger King and thought

I'd have myself a little treat

I pulled in the drive and was looking for a place to park

Then I saw him again and he was running through the dark

I watched him run inside and I tried to follow him in

But he disappeared behind a door marked "Men"

I ordered a Whopper and I watched the crowd go by

He never did come out and I wondered why

So I walked on over and I peeked inside but he was gone

Must have crawled out the window and caught a ride

I looked around the ol' washroom but I was alone

Though something of The King still lingered on

For there on the basin by the soap was a ring

And I knew at last I had met

The King lives on and on

And on and on and on,

And on and on and on,

The King lives on

And on and on and on

And on and on and on

And on and on and on

The King lives on

 

©2005 / Words & Music by Patrick Weathers / Timber Sheik Songs, BMI

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