Tennessee
The Elvis scene begins with Swiss/Hawaiian Elvis tribute artist Nigel Kingsley singing his own version of Muss i Denn [I must go], an 1827 German song by Friedrich Silcher--
Muss i' denn, muss i' denn
I must go, I must go
Zum Staedtele hinaus,
Got to leave this town behind,
Staedtele hinaus
Leave this town behind
Und du mein Schatz bleibst hier
While you, my dear, stay here.
Wenn i' komm', wenn i' komm',
When I return, when I return
Wenn i' wiederum, wiederum komm',
When I'm here again, return again,
Kehr i' ei' mei' Schatz bei dir
On your doorstep I'll appear.
During the Elvis impersonators' contest, champion Elvis tribute artist Ray Guillemette, Jr. sings Walk a Mile, written by Joe South in 1969--
If I could be you, and you could be me, for just one hour
If we could find a way to get inside each other's mind
If you could see you through my eyes instead of your ego
I believe you'd be surprised to see that you'd been blind
Walk a mile in my shoes, walk a mile in my shoes
Yeah, before you abuse, criticize and accuse
Walk a mile in my shoes
Well, your whole world you see around you is just a reflection
And the law of common says you're gonna reap just what you sow
So unless you've lived a life of total perfection
Mm-mm, you'd better be careful of every stone that you should throw
Yet we spend the day throwin' stones at one another
'cause I don't think or wear my hair same way you do
Well, I may be common people but I'm your brother
And when you strike out and try to hurt me it's a 'hurtin you,
Walk a mile in my shoes, walk a mile in my shoes
Yeah, before you abuse, criticize and accuse
Walk a mile in my shoes
There are people on reservations and out in the ghettos
And brother, there, but for the grace of God, go you and I
If I only had the wings of little angels don'tcha you know I'd fly
To the top of the mountain and then I'd cry?
Walk a mile in my shoes, walk a mile in my shoes
Hey, before you abuse, criticize and accuse
Better walk a mile in my shoes
At the close of the Elvis scene, tribute artist David Pasco sings the refrain from The Battle Hymn of the Republic, written in 1861, during the American Civil War, by Julia Ward Howe--
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored,
He has loosed the fateful lightening of His terrible swift sword
His truth is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps
His day is marching on.
I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnish`d rows of steel,
"As ye deal with my contemners, So with you my grace shall deal;"
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel
Since God is marching on.
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
