My name is Aron Presley and I was born the day I died twin brother lived but that wasn't his fault he carried me inside just like a bride I was his shadow I was his pain Elvis Aron Presley that was our name We were born in a sharecropper's shotgun shack way down in old dustbowl Tupelo till they packed us up in that ole pickup truck and we sang up to Memphis on that hot dusty road he sang the high part and I sang the low Elvis Aron Presley one voice two souls We sang for Mr Phillips till the Colonel come along you know the story you know the song I watched from my seat in the shadows at his fifty foot tall face in a qualude haze but our eyes met each morning in the mirror and I watched that dream of graceland disintegerate I was his angel I was his curse Elvis Aron Presley for better for worse