Nothingville / Big Boss Man / Let Yourself Go / It Hurts Me / Guitar Man / Little Egypt / Trouble / Guitar Man Songtext
von Elvis Presley

Nothingville
Only just a two-bit town
Where nothing′s real
They treat me like a country clown

Nothingville
I ain't gonna keep-a-hangin′ round'
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...


Big boss man, can't you hear me when I call?
Big boss man, can′t you hear me when I call?
Can't you hear me when I call?
Well you ain′t so big, you know you're just tall that's all, All right
Well you got me workin′ boss man
Workin′ round the clock
I wanna little drink of water
But you won't let big Al stop
Big boss man now can′t you hear me when I call? All right
I said you ain't so big, you know you′re just tall that's all

Big boss man, why can′t you hear me when I call? All right
You know you ain't so big, I said you're just tall that′s all, All right
I′m gonna get me a boss man
One who's gonna treat me right
I work hard in the day time
Rest easy at night
Big boss man, can′t you hear me when I call? Can't you hear me when I call?
I said you ain′t so big, you're just tall that′s all
I'm gonna get me a boss man
One that's gonna treat me right
I work hard in the evenin′
Rest easy at night
Big boss man, big boss man, can′t you hear me when I call?
I said you ain't so big, you′re just tall that's all
All right, big boss man
It′s all right


Well baby I'm gonna teach you what love′s all about tonight
Trust me honey everything's gonna be all right
You gotta do like I do there ain't nothing to it
Listen to me baby anybody can do it
All you gotta do is just let yourself go
Now don′t be afraid just relax and take it real slow
Cool it baby you ain′t got no place to go
Just put your arms around me real tight
Enjoy yourself baby don't fight
All you gotta do is just let yourself go
All you need is just a little rehearsal
The first thing that you know
You′ll be ready for the grand finale
So come on baby let's go
Let′s go, let's go′ let's go
Let's go
Take a real deep breath and put your warm red lips on mine
Just do like I tell you, everything′s gonna be just fine
Kiss me nice and easy, take your time
Baby I′m the only one here in line
All you gotta do is just let yourself go
Let yourself go right now Yeh! let yourself go
Let yourself go right now Yeh! let yourself go
Yeh! let yourself go
All you gotta do is just let yourself go

It hurts me to see him treat you the way he does
It hurts me to see sit and cry
When I know I could be so true
If I had someone like you
It hurts me to see those tears in your eyes

The whole town is talking, they're callin′ you a fool
For listening to his same old lies
And when I know I could be so true
If I had someone like you
It hurts me to see the way he makes you cry

You love him too much, you're too blind to see
He′s only playing a game
But he's never loved you
He never will
And darling, don′t you know he will never change

Oh, I know he never will set you free
Because he's just that kind of guy
But if you ever tell him you're through
I′ll be waiting for you
Waiting to hold you so tight
Waiting to kiss you goodnight
Yes, darling, if I had someone like you

Well, I quit my job down at the car wash,
Left my mama a goodbye note,
By sundown I′d left Kingston,
With my guitar under my coat,
I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis,
Got a room at the YMCA,
For the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights,
Just lookin′ for a place to play,
Well, I thought my pickin' would set ′em on fire,
But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man.

Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis,
I run outta money and luck,
So I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia,
On a overloaded poultry truck,
I thumbed on down to Panama City,
Started pickin′ out some o' them all night bars,
Hopin' I could make myself a dollar,
Makin′ music on my guitar,
I got the same old story at them all night piers,
There ain′t no room around here for a guitar man
We don't need a guitar man, son

So I slept in the hobo jungles,
Roamed a thousand miles of track,
Till 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

If you ever take a trip down to the ocean,
Find yourself down around Mobile,
Make it on out to a club called Jack's,
If you got a little time to kill,
Just follow that crowd of people,
You'll wind up out on his dance floor,
Diggin′ the finest little five-piece group,
Up and down the Gulf of Mexico,
Guess who′s leadin' that five-piece band,
Well, wouldn′t ya know, it's that swingin′ little guitar man.

I went and bought myself a ticket and I sat down in the very first row
They pulled the curtain but then when they turned the spotlight way down low
Little Egypt came out a-struttin' wearin′ nothin' but a button and a bow
Singing, ying-ying, ying-ying, ying-ying, ying-ying
She had a ruby on her tummy and a diamond big as Texas on her toe
She let her hair down and she did the hoochie-coochie real slow
When she did her special number on the zebra skin I thought she'd stop the show
Singing, ying-ying, ying-ying, ying-ying, ying-ying
She did her triple somersault and when she hit the ground
She winked at the audience and then she turned around
She had a picture of a cowboy tatooed on her spine
Said, Phoenix, Arizona 1949
Yeh, let me tell you people Little Egypt doesn′t dance there anymore
She′s too busy mopping and a-takin' care of shopping at the store
′Cos we've got seven kids and all day long they crawl around the floor
Singing ying-ying, ying-ying, ying-ying, ying-ying

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′ve never looked for trouble
But I′ve never ran
I don't take no orders
From no kind of man

I′m only made out
Of flesh, blood and bone
But if you're gonna start a rumble
Don′t you try it on alone

Because I'm evil, my middle name is misery
Well I′m evil, so don't you mess around with me
I'm evil, evil, evil, as can be
I′m evil, evil, evil, as can be

So don′t mess around don't mess around don′t mess around with me
I'm evil, I′m evil, evil, evil
So don't mess around, don′t mess around with me
I'm evil, I tell you I'm evil
So don′t mess around with me
Yeah!