I Was King Of The Mountain For

Nobody Knows I'm Elvis, Nobody Knows This Is Me. After All Of My Tries, I've Got The Perfect Disguise.

The Men Who Could Not Fight, In A War That Didn't Seem Right. You Let Them Come Home, America.

The Only Problem Was I Needed To Use My Own Group, And Things Didn't Happen Until I Did. It Wasn't A Real Country Sound, What I Did. I've Listened To It, And I Think It Was More A West Coast Rock Thing, You Know? But It Fit. It Was Country, But It Was My Own Interpretation Of Country.

Those Neon Light Nights, Couldn't Stay Out Of Fights, Keeps A-haunting Me In Memories. There Is One In Every Crowd, For Crying Out Loud, Why Was Is Always Turning Out To Be Me?

There's Always One More Way To Do Things And That's Your Way, And You Have A Right To Try It At Least Once.