Elvis Presley – Lagu Medley: Nothingville/Big Boss Man/Let Yourself Go/It Hurts Me/Guitar Man/Little Egypt/Trouble… Lirik Terjemahan

Nothingville

I ain’t gonna keep-a-hangin’ round’

The doors keep slammin’ in my face

People keep puttin’ me in my place

It’s a rat’s race at a snail’s pace

Nothingville…Nothingville

Nothingville….

Big boss man, can’t you hear me when I call?

Big boss man, can’t you hear me when I call?

Can’t you hear me when I call?

Well you ain’t so big, you know you’re just tall that’s all, All right

Well you got me workin’ boss man

Workin’ round the clock

I wanna little drink of water

But you won’t let big Al stop

Big boss man now can’t you hear me when I call? All right

I said you ain’t so big, you know you’re just tall that’s all

Big boss man, why can’t you hear me when I call? All right

You know you ain’t so big, I said you’re just tall that’s all, All right

I’m gonna get me a boss man

One who’s gonna treat me right

I work hard in the day time

Rest easy at night

Big boss man, can’t you hear me when I call? Can’t you hear me when I call?

I said you ain’t so big, you’re just tall that’s all

I’m gonna get me a boss man

One that’s gonna treat me right

I work hard in the evenin’

Rest easy at night

Big boss man, big boss man, can’t you hear me when I call?

I said you ain’t so big, you’re just tall that’s all

All right, big boss man

It’s all right

Well baby I’m gonna teach you what love’s all about tonight

Trust me honey everything’s gonna be all right

You gotta do like I do there ain’t nothing to it

Listen to me baby anybody can do it

All you gotta do is just let yourself go

Now don’t be afraid just relax and take it real slow

Cool it baby you ain’t got no place to go

Just put your arms around me real tight

Enjoy yourself baby don’t fight

All you gotta do is just let yourself go

All you need is just a little rehearsal

The first thing that you know

You’ll be ready for the grand finale

So come on baby let’s go

Let’s go, let’s go’ let’s go

Let’s go

Take a real deep breath and put your warm red lips on mine

Just do like I tell you, everything’s gonna be just fine

Kiss me nice and easy, take your time

Baby I’m the only one here in line

All you gotta do is just let yourself go

Let yourself go right now Yeh! let yourself go

Let yourself go right now Yeh! let yourself go

Yeh! let yourself go

All you gotta do is just let yourself go

It hurts me to see him treat you the way he does

It hurts me to see sit and cry

When I know I could be so true

If I had someone like you

It hurts me to see those tears in your eyes

The whole town is talking, they’re callin’ you a fool

For listening to his same old lies

And when I know I could be so true

If I had someone like you

It hurts me to see the way he makes you cry

You love him too much, you’re too blind to see

He’s only playing a game

But he’s never loved you

He never will

And darling, don’t you know he will never change

Oh, I know he never will set you free

Because he’s just that kind of guy

But if you ever tell him you’re through

I’ll be waiting for you

Waiting to hold you so tight

Waiting to kiss you goodnight

Yes, darling, if I had someone like you

Well, I quit my job down at the car wash,

Left my mama a goodbye note,

By sundown I’d left Kingston,

With my guitar under my coat,

I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis,

Got a room at the YMCA,

For the next three weeks I went huntin’ them nights,

Just lookin’ for a place to play,

Well, I thought my pickin’ would set ’em on fire,

But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man.

Well, I nearly ’bout starved to death down in Memphis,

I run outta money and luck,

So I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia,

On a overloaded poultry truck,

I thumbed on down to Panama City,

Started pickin’ out some o’ them all night bars,

Hopin’ I could make myself a dollar,

Makin’ music on my guitar,

I got the same old story at them all night piers,

There ain’t no room around here for a guitar man

We don’t need a guitar man, son

So I slept in the hobo jungles,

Roamed a thousand miles of track,

Till 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

If you ever take a trip down to the ocean,

Find yourself down around Mobile,

Make it on out to a club called Jack’s,

If you got a little time to kill,

Just follow that crowd of people,

You’ll wind up out on his dance floor,

Diggin’ the finest little five-piece group,

Up and down the Gulf of Mexico,

Guess who’s leadin’ that five-piece band,

Well, wouldn’t ya know, it’s that swingin’ little guitar man.

I went and bought myself a ticket and I sat down in the very first row

They pulled the curtain but then when 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-ying, ying-ying, ying-ying

She had a ruby on her tummy and a diamond big as Texas on her toe

She let her hair down and she did the hoochie-coochie real slow

When she did her special number on the zebra skin I thought she’d stop the show

Singing, ying-ying, ying-ying, ying-ying, ying-ying

She did her triple somersault and when she hit the ground

She winked at the audience and then she turned around

She had a picture of a cowboy tatooed on her spine

Said, Phoenix, Arizona 1949

Yeh, let me tell you people Little Egypt doesn’t dance there anymore

She’s too busy mopping and a-takin’ care of shopping at the store

‘Cos we’ve got seven kids and all day long they crawl around the floor

Singing ying-ying, ying-ying, ying-ying, ying-ying

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

But if 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, so don’t you mess around with me

I’m evil, evil, evil, as can be

I’m evil, evil, evil, as can be

So don’t mess around don’t mess around don’t mess around with me

I’m evil, I’m evil, evil, evil

So don’t mess around, don’t mess around with me

I’m evil, I tell you I’m evil

So don’t mess around with me

Yeah!