Lyrics Medley: Nothingville / Big Boss Man / Guitar Man / Little Egypt / Trouble/Guitar Man (Live) - Elvis Presley

Nothingville
Phony little two-bit town
Where nothing's real
Treat me like a country clown

Nothingville
I ain't a-gonna hang around
While doors keep slammin' in my face
People keep puttin' me in my place
It's a rat's race at a snail's pace

Ha, Nothingville, hmm
Nothingville
Nothingville

(Alright folks, step right up
The biggest and the greatest show on the Midway
From line, I'm dyin', I'm feelin' right tonight
She walks, she talks, she crawls on a belly like a red pile
You can see it for six bits, 75 cents, creep

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're just tall that's all

Well, you had her workin', boss man
Workin' round the clock
You know, she's just all diggin'
But you won't let that girl stop
Big boss man, now, can't you hear me when I call?
You know, you ain't so big, you're just tall that's all

So, I slept in the hobo jungles
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 you sit down on the very first row
They pulled the curtain then 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 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'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
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, yeah! 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'll never, never ever gonna look back

I'll never be more than what I am
Well, wouldn't you know
I'ma swinging little Guitar man
Take it home, son
Take it home

Rock on, baby
Rock on

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