Life Is Rough So You Gotta Be

The Beer And The Wurst Were Wonderful, But I Was Dying To Be Back In The South, Where The Livin' Was Easy, Where The Fish Were Jumpin', Where The Cotton Grew High.

God's The Final Judge For Elvis Presley And Johnny Cash Too. That's Solely In The Hands Of God.

When I Hear That Whistle Blowing, I Hang My Head And Cry.

My Arms Are Too Short To Box With God.

However, Neither He Nor Anyone Else Could Have Become The Star Elvis Was. Ain't Nobody Like Elvis. Never Was.