The Mississippi Delta was shining
Like a national guitar
I am following the river
Down the highway
Through the cradle of the civil war
I'm going to Graceland
I'm going to Graceland
And my traveling companion is nine years old
He is the child of my first marriage
But I've reason to believe
We both will be received
In Graceland
And I'm going to Graceland
Pilgrims and poor boys
And we are all going to Graceland

She comes back to tell me she's gone
As if I didn't know that
As if I didn't know my own bed
As if I'd never noticed
The way she wipes her hair from her forehead
And I say losing love
Is like a window into my heart
Everybody sees you're blown apart
Everybody hears the wind blow
In Graceland
I'm going to Graceland

Pilgrims and poor boys
We are all going to Graceland
And my traveling companions
Are ghosts and empty sockets
I'm looking at ghosts and empties
And I've reason to believe
We all will be received
In Graceland
I'm going to Graceland