Medley: Nothingville / Big Boss Man / Guitar Man / Little Egypt / Trouble/Guitar Man Songtext
von Elvis Presley

Nothingville
Phony little two-bit town
Where nothing′s real
Treat me like a country clown
Nothingville
I ain't gonna hang around
While the doors keep slammin′ in my face
People keep puttin' me in my place
It's a rat′s race at a snail′s pace

Nothingville
Nothingville
Nothingville

Hurry, folks, step right up, the biggest and the greatest show on the midway
Come right on down, I'm feeling right tonight
She walks he talks she crawls on her belly like a reptile
You can see it for six bits, 75 cents, three-


Big boss man
How can′t you hear me when I call?
Hey, big boss man
How can't you hear me when I call?
Well, you ain′t so big
You just tall that's all

Well, you had her working, boss man
Working ′round the clock
You know she just don't dig it
But you won't let that girl stop

Big boss man
And how can′t you hear me when I call?
You know you ain′t so big
You just tall that's all

So I slept in the hobo jungle
I roamed a thousand miles of track
′Til I found myself in Mobile, Alabama
At a club they call Big Jack's
A little four-piece band was jammin′
So I took my guitar and I sat in
I showed 'em what a band would sound like
With a swingin′ little guitar man
(Show 'em, son)


Come on and buy yourself a ticket and just sit down in the very first row
They pulled the curtain then they turned that big ol' spotlight way down low
Little Egypt come out struttin′ wearing nothin′ but a button and a bow

Singing
Ing
Ing
Ing
Little Egypt

If you're looking for trouble
You came to the right place
If you′re looking for trouble
Just look right in my face
I was born standing up
And talking back
My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack

Because I'm evil
My middle name is misery
Well, I′m evil
So don't you mess around with me

I never look for trouble
But I never ran
I don′t take no orders
From no kind of man
I'm only made out of
Flesh, blood and bone
You gonna start a rumble don't you try it all alone

Because I′m evil
My middle name is misery
Well, I′m evil
So don't you mess around with me

Well, I come a long way from the carwash
Got to where I said I′d get
Now that I'm here I know for sure
I really ain′t got there yet
So I think I'll start all over
Swing my guitar over my back
I′m gonna get myself back on the track
And I'm never, never gonna look back
I'll never be more than what I am
Well, wouldn′t you know
I′m a swinging little Guitar man

(Take it home, son, take it home)

(Walk on, baby, walk on)

(All right)