Fried 'Nanner Sandwich
By: Wayne Brown
There was only one King of Rock n’ Roll
Born in the town of Tupelo on a January so cold
He was born lovin’ music; made his little soul twitch
But what he really loved was a fried nanner sandwich
Moved up to Memphis and started drivin’ a truck
Met ol’ Sam Phillips, a real stroke of rocker’s luck
Took up music and left that truck in the ditch
It was time for yet another fried nanner sandwich
A white boy sportin’ a rock-a-billy sound
Never seen, never heard in these parts all around
Dancin’ on the stage his records he would pitch
Just get that boy another fried nanner sandwich
He ended up on television just a shakin’ on the stage
His music was contagious, his movements all the rage
Some called him crazy the way the danced with an itch
Pay it no attention; just bring a fried nanner sandwich
He lived up at Graceland, up ol’ Memphis way
The girls hung around his place all the live long day
They wished to run their fingers in that dark hair so rich
But to him nothing mattered but a fried nanner sandwich
He acted in movies playin’ tough guys all the day
He’d beat up the others, and then he’d sing and play
But it wasn’t long a-fore his stomach was all-a-twitch
And someone raced his way with fried nanner sandwich
He played the shows in Vegas in his rhinestone jumpsuits
Ol’ Colonel Parker’s marketing was making tons of loot
But when you boil it down to the glamour and the glitch
He’d rather have mama fix a fried nanner sandwich
Age and pills slowed him down and begin to steal his act
But his fan base never faltered and kept his shows all packed
He still wore those jumpsuits with seams of a broader stitch
And he kept chewing on a good ol’ fried nanner sandwich
He lived in fame’s shadow right up until the very last
But with his loyal fans his time and talents never past
Then the reaper came to his door with the eternal pitch
The King had finally ate his last fried nanner sandwich
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© 2010 Wayne Brown
