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Oh, she dressed in the dark and she whispered, 'Amen' |
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She was pretty in pink like a young girl again |
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Twenty years married and she never thought twice |
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She sneaked out the door and walked into the night |
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And silver wings carried her over the sea |
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From the west coast of Ireland to West Tennessee |
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To be with her sweetheart, oh she left everything |
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From Galway to Graceland to be with the King |
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She was humming 'Suspicion', that's the song she liked best |
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She had 'Elvis, I Love You' tattooed on her breast |
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When they landed in Memphis, well her heart beat so fast |
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She'd dreamed for so long, now she'd see him at last |
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She was down by his graveside day after day |
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Come closing time they would pull her away |
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Ah, to be with her sweetheart, oh she'd left everything |
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From Galway to Graceland to be with the King |
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Ah, they came in their thousands from the whole human race |
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To pay their respects at his last resting place |
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But blindly she knelt there and she told him her dreams |
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And she thought that he answered or that's how it seems |
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Then they dragged her away, it was handcuffs this time |
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She said, "my good man are you out of your mind |
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Don't you know that we're married? See, I'm wearing his ring" |
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From Galway to Graceland to be with the King |
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I come From Galway to Graceland to be with the King |
