He’s a young singer from Memphis, Tennessee.Give him a warm “Hayride” welcome.My. Elvis Presley! Young Elvis seizure.Get a haircut, buttercup! At that moment, I watched that skinny boy transform into a superhero.WEEEEELLL Tom Hanks zoomHe was my destiny.I wish to promote you, Mr. Presley.Going to a party in the county jailAre you ready to fly?I’m ready. Ready to fly.Since my baby left me.Tomorrow, all America will be talking about Elvis Presley.
Mr. Presley, try not to move around so much during the takes.
If I can’t move, I can’t sing.
Some people wanted to put me in jail, ‘cause of the way I was moving.
They might put me in jail for walkin’ across the street, but you’re a famous white boy.
The way you sing is God-given, so there can’t be nothing wrong with it. -Senator Kennedy has been shot. Martin Luther King has been shot to death in Memphis. That’s alright for you Tragedy, but it has nothing to do with us. It has everything to do with us

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I used to be a beat cop a long time ago. Now I’d get called out on domestic disputes all the time, hundreds probably over the years. But there was this one guy, this one piece of ♥♥♥♥, that I will never forget. Gordy. He looked like Bo Svenson. Remember him? “Walking Tall?” You don’t remember? Anyway, big boy. 270, 280. But his wife, or whatever she was, a lady, she was real small, like a bird. Wrists like little branches. Anyway, my partner and I get called out there every weekend and one of us would pull her aside and say, “C’mon, tonight’s the night. Press charges.” And this wasn’t one of those “deep down he really loves me” set ups, we get a lot of those, but not this. This girl was scared. She wasn’t gonna cross him no way, no how. Nothing we could do but pass her off to the EMTs, put him in the car, drive him downtown, throw him in the drunk tank, he sleeps it off, next morning out he goes back home.