Graceland

A E A Well, we took off like a sabre jet for Graceland one night Gonna raise The King; it'd be a hell of a fight D To re-incarnate and re-animate his mortal remains A What good is a king if he ain't go no brains? E As long as he can sing that song "Suspicious Minds" A Or the "Milkcow Blues Boogie" that would be just fine A Well, we took off like a sabre jet for Tennessee Pulled up to Graceland; pulled out my skeleton key D Gonna find out where he's burried; gonna dig him up, A And throw his remains on the back of the truck E Perform some kind of voodoo-type ritual thing, A And sit back and laugh while we watch him sing something like A D A E A A Well, his bones came to life and they moved pretty well But the rest of him was scattered 'tween heaven and hell D Then he fell to the ground in a pile of white dust, A Kind of pointing the direction of Las Vegas E There was a smell in the air like leather and sweat, A And we took off for Nevada like a sabre jet A D A E A D A E A