Elvis is Alive: Spotted thumbing it in the cold Kentucky Rain

Well folks, I guess Elvis IS alive, but not so well, in Kentucky. Yes, that's right; I saw him this morning, thumbing for a ride on an old Kentucky not-so-backroad in the cold Kentucky Rain. Apparently he was trying to live out the lyrics to that song. So sad though, dude was still dressed in his black, rhinestone-studded jumpsuit complete with cape, big sunglasses and sideburns. I must say he wasn't looking a day over 40, but I guess he could be just using Just For Men or something.

He was carrying an umbrella under his arm and heading south on HWY 27 just south of Lexington. If I hadn't been in morning rush, I would've slowed down to take a picture with the phone cam....darn!! Apparently he was creating a bit of what the Fayette County Sheriff described as a traffic hazard. So they picked him up and gave him a ride to the county line; dropped him off at Brannon Crossing. I suppose the Jessamine County Sheriff won't be far behind to give him a ride out of our county as well. Maybe he can get back to Memphis just by getting county-to-county sheriff chauffeurs? Hopefully he won't get put behind bars along the way; he may not be in the mood to reenact Jail House Rock.

We had to call my mom, a die-hard Elvis fan, in Oklahoma to tell her the news. She was very excited and said she knew it all along :)

Just in case you aren't familiar with the song he was bringing to life; here are the lyrics:

Seven lonely days
And a dozen towns ago
I reached out one night
And you were gone
Dont know why you'd run,
What you're running to or from
All I know is I want to bring you home

So I'm walking in the rain,
Thumbing for a ride
On this lonely Kentucky backroad
I've loved you much too long
And my loves too strong
To let you go, never knowing
What went wrong

Kentucky rain keeps pouring down
And up a head's another town
That I'll go walking thru
With the rain in my shoes,
Searchin' for you
In the cold Kentucky rain,
In the cold Kentucky rain

Showed your photograph
To some old gray bearded man
Sitting on a bench
Outside a general store
They said yes, she's been here
But their memory wasn't clear
Was it yesterday,
No, wait the day before

So I finally got a ride
With a preacher man who asked
Where you bound on such a dark afternoon?
As we drove on thru the rain
As he listened I explained
And he left me with a prayer
That I'd find you