He’s headin’ down south just to see the king He’s wearin’ his mask and he’s ready to sing He’s pickin’ up chicks sayin’ “ride with me, C’mon pretty mama go to Tennessee.” The night the phantom went down to graceland He did a buck fifty just to make it there He’s pissin’ off the cops man, but he don’t care He’s drinkin’ flat beer and cheap whiskey He ain’t gonna stop ‘til he’s in Tennessee
