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[Verse 1]
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

[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,
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

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