Hound Dog Years

Eddie and a girl named June slow-dance to an Elvis tune
Take the plunge after the hop then wait for one more shoe to drop
Eddie wears his hair slicked back in his T-shirt there's a pack
of butts that all went up in smoke with ands and ifs and vows she broke

Maybe it's the scent of her perfume
On the long dried tracks of some tears
Maybe time can run like a rabbit
But his heart can't hide from them hound dog years

June meets someone sometime later files her nails and files the papers
Eddie signs in black and blue with the ink from his tatoo

Hot nights of bourbon and Elvis
Headlights and bangin' them gears
That chevy ran like a rabbit
But it never got away from them hound dog years

Eddie kept those years inside but on the day that that Elvis died
He drove to Memphis all alone to gaze upon the empty throne

Standing where the past overtook him
Standing there with his memories and fears
It grabbed Eddie's idol and shook him
Like a rabbit in the teeth of them hound dog years

Eddie's got a brand new life now he never tells his second wife how
Those memories come to haunt him still and she knows that he never will

Maybe it's the scent of her perfume
On the long dried tracks of some tears
Maybe time can run like a rabbit
But his heart can't hide them hound dog years

© 1992 Flying Stone Music