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
Graceland
In Memphis,Tennessee

I'm going to Graceland
Poorboys and pilgrims with families
And we are going to Graceland

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


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 notice
The way she brushed her hair from
Her forehead and she said, "Losing love

Is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you're blown apart
Everybody feels the wind blow"


I'm going to Graceland
Memphis, Tennessee

I'm going to Graceland
Poorboys and pilgrims with families
And we are going to Graceland

And my traveling companions
Are ghosts and empty sockets
I'm looking at ghosts and empties

But I've reason to believe
We all will be received
In Graceland


There is a girl in New York City
Who calls herself the human trampoline

And sometimes when I'm falling, flying
Or tumbling in turmoil I say
Whoa, so this is what she means

She means we're bouncing into Graceland
And I see losing love
Is like a window in your heart

Everybody sees you're blown apart
Everybody feels the wind blow


In Graceland, in Graceland
I'm going to Graceland
For reasons I cannot explain

There's some part of me wants to see Graceland
And I may be obliged to defend
Every love, every ending

Or maybe there's no obligations now
Maybe I've a reason to believe
We all will be received

In Graceland

Whoa, in Graceland, in Graceland

In Graceland,
I'm going to Graceland


Lyrics (You Can Call Me Al):

A man walks down the street

He says, "Why am I soft in the middle now?
Why am I soft in the middle?
The rest of my life is so hard

I need a photo opportunity
I want a shot at redemption
Don't want to end up a cartoon

In a cartoon graveyard"
Bonedigger, bonedigger
Dogs in the moonlight
Far away my well-lit door
Mr. Beerbelly, Beerbelly

Get these mutts away from me
You know I don't find this stuff
Amusing anymore

If you'll be my bodyguard

I can be your long-lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty, when you call me
You can call me Al


A man walks down the street
He says, "Why am I short of attention?
Got a short little span of attention
And, woe my nights are so long
Where's my wife and family?

What if I die here?
Who'll be my role model
Now that my role model is
Gone gone?"
He ducked back down the alley
With some roly-poly little bat-faced girl

All along along
There were incidents and accidents
There were hints and allegations

If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long-lost pal
I can call you Betty

And Betty, when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al

A man walks down the street
It's a street in a strange world
Maybe it's the third world

Maybe it's his first time around
He doesn't speak the language
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound, the sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Scatterlings and orphanages

He looks around, around
He sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
He says, "Amen!" and "Hallelujah!"

Call me Al


Na na na na...

If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long-lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty, when you call me
You can call me Al

Call me Al