The Mississippi Delta was shiningnLike a national guitarnI am following the rivernDown the highwaynThrough the cradle of the civil warnI'm going to GracelandnI'm going to GracelandnAnd my traveling companion is nine years oldnHe is the child of my first marriagenBut I've reason to believenWe both will be receivednIn GracelandnAnd I'm going to GracelandnPilgrims and poor boysnAnd we are all going to GracelandnnShe comes back to tell me she's gonenAs if I didn't know thatnAs if I didn't know my own bednAs if I'd never noticednThe way she wipes her hair from her foreheadnAnd I say losing lovenIs like a window into my heartnEverybody sees you're blown apartnEverybody hears the wind blownIn GracelandnI'm going to GracelandnnPilgrims and poor boysnWe are all going to GracelandnAnd my traveling companionsnAre ghosts and empty socketsnI'm looking at ghosts and emptiesnAnd I've reason to believenWe all will be receivednIn GracelandnI'm going to Gracelandn