driving through upstate New York heading south to Tennessee,
making for a fabled place I’ve al-ways want-ted to see.
we’re going down to Memphis town to the castle of the King,
to the land of delta blues where the ghosts of legend sing,
we’re goin’ to visit Graceland to free my tortured soul,
we’re go-ing to the birth place of the sound of rock and roll
wan-der-ing through time and space,
all paths lead to this place
rough roads head-ing to south west,
to put the dream to rest
for a fire is kindled in my soul, it shall burn to highest hall
and it shall consume my fears and lay rest to them all
we’re goin’ to visit Graceland to free my tortured soul,
we’re go-ing to the birth place of the sound of rock and roll
trav-el-ling through time and space,
all paths lead to this place
rough roads head-ing to south west,
to finally put the dream to rest
i’m goin to put my dream to rest
i’ve put my dream to rest
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