Graceland

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 big hit, it made Mark Cohn real
 I'm 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 alright now
 I am at Graceland and I feel alright
 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 Wal-Mart
 But I travel around the country
 Playing my guitar for whoever will listen
 So I'm at Graceland, I am at Graceland
 I am at Graceland and I feel alright
 He had the coolest shoes
 He had the coolest hair
 He sang the coolest songs
 He made the coolest movies
 He moved his hips like wheat fields waving
 He was even cool in the army
 Well, look at me, Lord, I am at Graceland