Mississippi Delta, shining like a national guitar
Paul Simon wrote that song about Graceland
While driving in his car
Mark Cohn wrote that other one
It was a hit, it made Mark Cohn real
I am walking in Memphis, do I really feel the way I feel?
Well look at me Lord, I am at Graceland
On a Saturday afternoon
I threw up last night at a rest stop
From eating cheese grits at the waffle house
I felt like hell then, I feel all right now
I am at Graceland and I feel all right
I know that Graceland has sacred meaning
Deep, deep meaning for lots of people
For me it don't mean all that much
Okemah means more, that's Woody Guthrie's home
I don't have shrines to Elvis Presley
On the dashboard of my RV
I haven't spotted Elvis lately
In the tool section of the Walmart
But I travel around the country
Playing my guitar to whoever will listen
So I'm at Graceland, I am at Graceland
I am at Graceland, and I feel all right
He had the coolest suits
He had the coolest hair
He sang the coolest songs
He made the coolest movies
He moved his hips like
Wheatfields waving
He was even cool
In the army
One for the money
Two for the show
Three to get ready
Now go cat go
You ain't nothing
But a hound dog
Crying crying
All the time
Since my baby left me
New place to dwell
End of Lonely Street
Heartbreak Hotel
Return to sender,
Address unknown
No such number,
No such zone
That's all right mama
That's all right with me
That's allright mama
Any old way you feel, now that's all right....
That's all right, now mama
Any old way you...
Well look at me Lord, I am at Graceland
On a Saturday afternoon
I threw up last night at a rest stop
From eating cheese grits at the Waffle House
I felt like hell then, I feel all right now
I am at Graceland, and I feel all right
Look at me Lord, I am at Graceland,
On a Saturday, afternoon
Look at me Lord, look at me Lord,
I am at Graceland, and I feel all right!....NNY
Paul Simon wrote that song about Graceland
While driving in his car
Mark Cohn wrote that other one
It was a hit, it made Mark Cohn real
I am walking in Memphis, do I really feel the way I feel?
Well look at me Lord, I am at Graceland
On a Saturday afternoon
I threw up last night at a rest stop
From eating cheese grits at the waffle house
I felt like hell then, I feel all right now
I am at Graceland and I feel all right
I know that Graceland has sacred meaning
Deep, deep meaning for lots of people
For me it don't mean all that much
Okemah means more, that's Woody Guthrie's home
I don't have shrines to Elvis Presley
On the dashboard of my RV
I haven't spotted Elvis lately
In the tool section of the Walmart
But I travel around the country
Playing my guitar to whoever will listen
So I'm at Graceland, I am at Graceland
I am at Graceland, and I feel all right
He had the coolest suits
He had the coolest hair
He sang the coolest songs
He made the coolest movies
He moved his hips like
Wheatfields waving
He was even cool
In the army
One for the money
Two for the show
Three to get ready
Now go cat go
You ain't nothing
But a hound dog
Crying crying
All the time
Since my baby left me
New place to dwell
End of Lonely Street
Heartbreak Hotel
Return to sender,
Address unknown
No such number,
No such zone
That's all right mama
That's all right with me
That's allright mama
Any old way you feel, now that's all right....
That's all right, now mama
Any old way you...
Well look at me Lord, I am at Graceland
On a Saturday afternoon
I threw up last night at a rest stop
From eating cheese grits at the Waffle House
I felt like hell then, I feel all right now
I am at Graceland, and I feel all right
Look at me Lord, I am at Graceland,
On a Saturday, afternoon
Look at me Lord, look at me Lord,
I am at Graceland, and I feel all right!....NNY