The (E)Mis sis sip pi Del ta was shin ing like a Na tion al gui (A)tar.

I am (C#m)fol low ing the riv er down the high way through the cra dle of the Civ il (B)War.

(A)I’m go ing to Grace land, Grace land in Mem phis, Ten nes (B)see.

(A)I’m go ing to Grace land.

For rea sons I (E)Poor boys and pil grims with fam i lies and (B)we (A)are go ing to Grace land.

And I may be My (E)trav ’ling com pan ion is (A)nine and years ty old.

or He is the (E)child in’ of my first mar riage.

May But I’ve a (E)rea son to be lieve we both will be re (B)ceived (A)in Grace land.

She comes back to tell me she’s gone.

Cit y who calls her self The Hu man Tram As (A)if I did n’t know that, as if I did n’t know my own bed, times when I’m fall ing, fly ing or tum bl ing in tur moil I as (B)if I’d nev er no ticed means.” the way she brushed her hair to (E)from her fore head.

And she said los

ing love is like a win dow in your (A)heart.

Ev ’ry bod y sees you’re (C#m)blown a part,

ev ’ry bod y sees the (B)wind blow.

(A)I’m go ing to Grace land, Grace land.

in Mem phis, Ten nes (B)see.

(A)I’m go ing to Grace land.

For rea sons I (E)Poor boys and pil grims with fam i lies and (B)we (A)are go ing to Grace land.

And I may be My (E)trav ’ling com pan ions are (A)ghosts ev emp end sock or ets.

be I’m (E)look in’ at ghosts and emp ties.

May But I’ve a (E)rea son to be lieve we all will be re (B)ceived (A)in Grace land.

She There is a girl in New York Cit y who calls her self The Hu man Tram po (A)line, I did n’t know that, as if I did n’t know my and some times when I’m fall ing, fly ing or tum bl ing in tur moil I say, (B)“Oh, so this is what she means.” She means we’re bounc ing in to (E)Grace land.

fore head.

And I see los

ing love is like a win dow in your (A)heart.

Ev ’ry bod y sees you’re (C#m)blown a part,

ev ’ry bod y feels the (B)wind blow.

(A)I’m go ing to Grace

(A)I’m go ing to Grace