Mississippi Delta shining like a National guitarPaul Simon wrote that song about Graceland while driving in his carMark Cohn wrote that other oneIt was a big hit it made Mark Cohn realI’m walking in Memphis do I really feel the way I feel?Well look at me Lord I am at GracelandOn a Saturday afternoonI threw up last night at a rest stopFrom eating cheese grits at the Waffle HouseI felt like hell then, I feel all right nowI am at Graceland and I feel all rightI know that Graceland has sacred meaningDeep, deep meaning for lots of peopleFor me it don’t mean all that muchOkemah means more that’sWoody Guthrie’s homeI don’t have shrines to Elvis PresleyOn the dashboard of my RVI haven’t spotted Elvis latelyIn the tool section of the Wal-MartBut I travel around the countryPlaying my guitar for whoever will listenSo I’m at Graceland,I am at GracelandI am at Graceland and I feel all rightHe had the coolest shoesHe had the coolest hairHe sang the coolest songsHe made the coolest moviesHe moved his hips like wheat fields wavingHe was even cool in the armyWell look at me Lord I am at Graceland …