"I was thinking that night about Elvis, the day he died. Just a country boy that combed his hair, and put on a shirt his mother made and went on the air. And he shook it like a chorus girl. And he shook it like a Harlem queen. He shook it like a midnight rambler, baby, like you never seen." - Gillian Welch (from Time The Revelator
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