I Had Elvis' Number In My Book

I Was Out On The Golf Course, A Guy Came Riding Out In A Golf Cart And Said, Did You Know That Elvis Died? And I Just Said, Well, There You Go. It Was Like I Had Kinda Been Expecting It.

I Had Elvis' Number In My Book And I Never Called It.

Elvis Was Just Like A Big Old Kid. It Was Like He Never Got Past 19, I Don't Think, In A Lotta Ways.

There Was A Chance For Me To Write One Song For The Section Where Elvis Sat In His Black Leather Outfit And Sang The Old Hits. At Eight Oclock The Next Morning I Had Written Memories.

If It Was Just Me And Elvis One On One, Which Only Happened Once Or Twice In The Times That I Did See Him, It Was A Really Comfortable. He Was A Cool Guy... Easy Laugh, Nice Guy.