Elvis Was Just Like A Big Old

One Of My Real Goals Was To Hear Someone Whistling A Song I'd Written.

I Had Elvis' Number In My Book And I Never Called It.

There Was A Chance For Me To Write One Song For The Section Where Elvis Sat In His Black Leather Outfit And Sang The Old Hits. At Eight Oclock The Next Morning I Had Written Memories.

In The Ghetto, I'd Been Trying To Write For Years.

I Didn't Have A Lot Of Communication With Elvis. You Had To Go Through A Barricade To Get To Elvis. It Was People Hanging On Every Word, And I Felt Very Uncomfortable A Lot Of Times.