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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Daddy
Big Daddy
Performer
John Hatton
John Hatton
Bass
Damon DeGrignon
Damon DeGrignon
Percussion
Bob Sandman
Bob Sandman
Saxophone
Marty Kaniger
Marty Kaniger
Vocals
Tom Lee
Tom Lee
Guitar
Don Raymond
Don Raymond
Vocals
Norman A. Norman
Norman A. Norman
Piano
Bob Wayne
Bob Wayne
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Simon
Paul Simon
Songwriter
John Hatton
John Hatton
Horn Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Big Daddy
Big Daddy
Producer
Harold Bronson
Harold Bronson
Executive Producer

Lyrics

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 Memphis, Tennessee I'm going to Graceland Poorboys and pilgrims with families And we are going to Graceland And 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 noticed 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 sees 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 into your heart And 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-oh-oh-oh, in Graceland, Graceland, Graceland I'm going to Graceland
Writer(s): Paul Simon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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