Alba s touto skladbou:
Press On,
Well the place was New York city
And the hour was growing late
We had walked from the streets of Harlem
To the Greenwich village gate
We were young and foolish and trying out
for fame he said James Dean was his name
And i held the rose that he gave me for an hour
He wrote down the words while i picked the
Wildwood flower
Well i used to be somebody
Lord i used to have a friend
I'd like to be somebody again
I used to be somebody
Good lord where have i been
I ain't ever gonna see James Dean again
Well i went with Elvis Presley to see Brando from
A far and i sat with Kazan and Tennessee and did
A street car named desire
We laughed a lot and we danced a lot and we
Rocked away our fears
That was back in my rock and roll years
When i held the rose that he gave me for an hour
Elvis sang the song while i picked the wildwood flower
Well i used to be somebody
Lord i used to have a friend
I'd like to be somebody again
I used to be somebody good lord where have i been
I ain't ever gonna see Elvis again
Well i got the best man and my children they love me
And i might have done some things good enough
For you to see but sometimes if I'm feeling low i swing
Back to my fears and go back to my rock and roll years
When i held the rose that he gave me for an hour
Elvis sang the song while i picked the wildwood flower
Well i used to be somebody lord i used to have a friend
I'd like to be somebody again
I used to be somebody
Good lord where have i been
I ain't ever gonna see Elvis again
I ain't ever gonna see James Dean again
I ain't ever gonna see Patsy Cline again
Oh i ain't ever gonna see Hank Williams again
