The King died Some many years ago today I didn't know him very well But a lot of people did You can hear them now Crying in the chapel They're all shook up Loving you And that old Kentucky rain Falls silently now In the Ghetto. No Don't think I mock His music and our very lives Are Intertwined Sometimes indistinguishable one from the other A tribute, rather, I give this vagabond Prince Who touched a generation And left them weeping. And singing.