Graceland

	  		
Intro 
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verse 1 
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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? 
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As long as he can sing that song "Suspicious Minds" 
A 
Or the "Milkcow Blues Boogie" that would be just fine 

verse 2 
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, 
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And throw his remains on the back of the truck 
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Perform some kind of voodoo-type ritual thing, 
A 
And sit back and laugh while we watch him sing   something like 

Solo 
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verse 3 
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 
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There was a smell in the air like leather and sweat, 
A 
And we took off for Nevada like a sabre jet 

Outro 
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