Créditos

Artistas intérpretes
Willie Nelson
Willie Nelson
Guitarra acústica
Paul Simon
Paul Simon
Guitarra acústica
Ray Phiri
Ray Phiri
Guitarra eléctrica
John Selelowane
John Selelowane
Guitarra eléctrica
Gene Chrisman
Gene Chrisman
Batería
Mike Leech
Mike Leech
Bajo
Mark O'Connor
Mark O'Connor
Fiddle
Mickey Raphael
Mickey Raphael
Armónica
Michael Leonard Brecker
Michael Leonard Brecker
Instrumento electrónico de viento
Mingo Araujo
Mingo Araujo
Congas
Paul Franklin
Paul Franklin
Steel guitar con pedal
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Paul Simon
Paul Simon
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
Paul Simon
Paul Simon
Coproducción
Don Was
Don Was
Producción
Carl Glanville
Carl Glanville
Asistente de ingeniería
Michael Gilbert
Michael Gilbert
Asistente de ingeniería
Roy Halee
Roy Halee
Ingeniería de mezcla
Richard Travali
Richard Travali
Ingeniería de grabación

Letra

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 in Memphis, Tennessee
I'm going to Graceland
Poorboys and pilgrims with families
And we are going to Graceland
My traveling companion is nine years old
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 feels the wind blow
I'm going to Graceland
In Memphis, Tennessee
I'm going to Graceland
Poorboys and pilgrims with families
And we are going to Graceland
My traveling companions are ghosts
And empty sockets, ghosts and empties
But I've reason to believe
We all will be received in Graceland
There is a girl in Austin Texas
And she calls herself the 'human trampoline'
Sometimes when I'm falling, flying, tumbling in turmoil
I say, "This is what she means"
"She means we're bouncing into Graceland"
And I see losing love is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you're blown apart
Everybody feels the wind blow
And I'm going to Graceland
In Memphis, Tennessee
I'm going to Graceland
For reasons I cannot explain
Some part of me wants to see Graceland
And I may be obliged to defend every love and every end
Or maybe there's no obligations now
Maybe I've a reason to believe
We all will be received in Graceland
Oh-ooh, Graceland, Graceland
I'm going to Graceland
Written by: Paul Simon
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