Picked me up from tobacco road Rolling papers suggesting silver and gold Light it up 'til the sky is bright Wrecking all sorts of weather Into the night Oh what a night Graceland's dead and gone I mourned it Let the truth be told you scorned it Stolen from my own tobacco road Time to reload On the highway inside your head Empty ghosts are applauded, already dead And your blade, it's a work of art Edgy bastard appointed straight to the heart Tore it apart Graceland's dead and gone I mourned it Let the truth be told you scorned it Stolen from my own tobacco road Now you're getting old Little child it's a rocky road And your eyes getting haunted, evil and cold Pardon me from this heavy load Can't believe that I loved you Not any more Not any more Graceland's dead and gone sure enough Let the truth be told and piss off Nothing but a lost tobacco road Time to reload Time to reload, it's time