| So the ambulances came |
| They took your pulse and packed up your things |
| And the papers read |
| Some boys forget what the heart it brings |
| And the pounding in the street |
| Was your heart in four four time |
| And the taste of defeat |
| Was was never too far from your mind |
| And Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand |
| I always kinda sorta wished I looked like Elvis |
| And in my head there’s all these classic cars |
| And outlaw cowboy bands |
| I always kinda sorta wish I’m someone else |
| So gravity came |
| And stole the temple that the schoolboys praised |
| And the crowd shuffled in You’re getting drinks for the same boys |
| Who once bought you everything |
| And the powder on the bar |
| Was just this one time |
| The powder on the bar |
| Was just this one night |
| Only to get by And Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand |
| I always kinda sorta wished I looked like Elvis |
| And in my head there’s all these classic cars |
| And outlaw cowboy bands |
| I always kinda sorta wish I’m someone else |
| There were Southern accents |
| On the radio |
| As I drove home |
| And at night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet |
| It’s a pretty good song |
| Maybe you know the rest |
| Maybe you know the rest |
| And Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand |
| Always kinda sorta wished I looked like Elvis |
| And in my head there’s all these classic cars |
| And outlaw cowboy bands |
| I always kinda sorta wish I’m someone else |
| When our boots they hit the ground |
| They made a high and lonesome sound |
| When our boots they hit the ground |
| They made a high and lonesome sound |
| When our boots they hit the ground |
| They made a high and lonesome sound |
| When our boots they hit the ground |
| Down from the clouds |
| They made a high and lonesome sound |