Graceland is in Memphis Tennessee
they say the records turn to gold...

The turtle is slow
but steady has its virtues...

Sometimes I feel hopelessly all alone
when no one bothers to call on the phone...

I've heard not to stick my nose
where it does not belong...

Once I went to the place
where monks make cheese...

We are losing our belief
if we have no lies to tell...

Well, what was lost
has been found, sounds...

United States of America, I came
from the State of Louisville Kentucky...

I am searching for my true form
if my words must have true meaning...

A free for all
is free for me...

Lend me your ears
open your eyes...

Funny the song is so long
My fingers on frets, my head's on the rail...