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  1. The Boy Who Would Be King
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The Boy Who Would Be King


In a shotgun shack in Mississippi in a town called Tupelo

When he was young back in the 1950s he fell in love with the songs on the radio

Oh all the holy gospel choirs and that country music thing

Would lift the spirit higher of the boy who would be king


He was meek and he was mild but when he’d raise his voice to sing

It was like a light was shinin’ upon the boy who would be king


Well, he learnt it in night school – hah! - on the darker side of town

Where they knew how to be right cool and to shake it up and all around


While a charisma and a charm all his own

Were waiting in the wings to lead him to his throne

Where he rocked and ruled in his pomp and majesty

Still all he ever wanted was to sing for you and me


Now the legend lives on in the magic - in the joy that he still brings

And what he gives us in the music - when we hear him sing


And he touches you and he touches me for he gave everything

And that’s how we remember him - the boy who would be king


Now see him smile at the band and how they love to swing

And see the child in the man - the boy who would be king


Oh he was humble, he was shy – and then he’d sing

And you’d see him drive them wild - the boy who would be king


Yes he was humble, he was shy – but when he’d sing

He could drive them wild - the boy who would be king


© Des Wade 2014