There was a boy with a guitar
Wearing those rock'n'roll shoes
Loving the american heartland
Proud and a-singin' the blues

Since he was about twenty-one years old
Felt like being on top of the hill
But he went too far, too fast
The water dried from his well

From those days the world started to rock
And it never stopped to roll
So here I go again, I can't stop it
I just can't help myself

Knockin' on the gates of Graceland
Rockin' on the gates of Graceland
Knockin' on the gates of Graceland

His guitar may be in a museum
Just like his automobile
But all the stories that he told us
Make us feel like he's still here

For all the guitar men and r'n'r bands
From here to everywhere
For the good and bad and for Kid Galahad
There's a dream that never ends

From those days the world started to rock
And it never stopped to roll
So here I go again, I can't stop it
I just can't help myself

Knockin' on the gates of Graceland
Rockin' on the gates of Graceland
Knockin' on the gates of Graceland
Ooh, let it rock now !