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the red woods high, and the grass is green people tell me they have seen a giant footprint is he fishing and skiing and hunting duck with a guitar, shotgun, and a pick-up truck? well, with any kind of luck we'll photograph him be our friend, save us outdoor elvis escaped the city, lives in the woods this is the spot i think he stood here's a giant footprint a plaster cast where the pilgrims flock and tickets line around the block if we don't have the king what have we got? life don't make no sense be our friend, save us outdoor elvis we have sinned, forgive us outdoor elvis we might have to set a trap to bring him back dead or alive, if we want to survive we gotta' bring him back (bring him back) oh, oh, oh, oh i'll bet he's really looking great you can pretty much tell that he's lost weight from the depth of his footprint it's said he croons when the moon's above singing tenderly, "hunk a burnin' love" it's nice to know he's still got his stuff hasn't lost the accent be our friend, save us outdoor elvis we have sinned, forgive us outdoor elvis ('till the end of time we'll stand in this line for you) o.e. o.e. we look for a sign from you dead or alive, we'll bring him back
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