Golden Palomino

There’s a Golden Palomino
In Memphis, Tennessee
Grazin’ in a meadow
tilled on rhythm n’ blues
and, Southern, Cultural, Identity

A voice sings gilded melodies
As Angels cry with joy
As man, becomes a boy
on Golden Horse, galloping
Not knowing, he carries, a King

a Golden Palomino
called the Rising Sun
knew every word,
to every song
Elvis Presley
ever sung

A legacy of generosity
Rock n’ Roll royalty
All Elvis touched
turned to gold
Music was his alchemy

Graceland’s livin’ history
is the House of the Rising Sun
Elvis rides in spirit,
upon the golden one
TCB for all eternity

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SPOKEN: It was great love story, that Golden Horse and me. He brought me back to the real me, and cleared my eyes to truly see. Rising Sun carried all of me. Gave me a feeling money can’t buy- being present, grounded and free. Don’t ya know it Man, a Gold Cadillac can’t ever love you back. I felt closest to Heaven at Graceland, just ridin’ and singin’ at sunrise, cause I was lookin’ up at those endless rays of golden light, an’ saw God smilin’ back down at me.

On a Golden Palomino
called the Rising Sun
Elvis sang
every song,
to an audience of One
Corinne Ruff