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Colonel Tom Parker at the Pearly Gates I might look bad from where you sit, so right now I admit I made it up- the scheme to market Elvis, his exposure- his house and heartbreak, how he loved his mother. These days we know it all, the whole shebang, but you remember how it was back then, them secrets. Yeah, I made him up and even if he was the great white hope for singers, it was me that showed him what to think, and that means somethin'. He wasn't heart-broke, neither. I seen how he favored crowds. He had a gang he ran with everywhere. He was too weak, is all, which ain't my fault. I only gave him speed when he wore down, some pills to get him by, the rest he got himself, I didn't know at all. And it's true Elvis, he loved fame. He had a call. Showed out for strangers standing by his gate and when the baby came, he'd walk her down the lawn, close by them folks to listen at 'em back behind the fence, keening like wind. Well sure, he died too soon. I planned to keep him touring ten more years...but what the hell. You know I did all anyone could do to help.
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