The Mississippi Delta was shining
Like a National guitar
I am following the river
Down the highway
Through the cradle of the civil war
Thank you, Paul Simon, for providing the music. And now I, too, am going to Graceland, Graceland, in Memphis, Tennessee.
Y'all want to come along?
Highway 270 in St. Louis takes you to I-55, a straight shot south to Memphis. I sat back to enjoy the drive through Missouri to Tennessee.
What I didn't realize, and what Craig had plumb forgotten, was this:
Arkansas?? What in tarnation are we doin' in Arkansas?? Turns out we don't even get into Tennessee 'til we cross the Mississippi into Memphis. Who knew? Not me. So we drove through Arkansas.
After three hours and forty-five minutes of this (we made gooood time), we crossed the mighty river that bisects the USA, and we were in Memphis.
Our first stop, and we'd stayed hungry on purpose, was the original Gus's World Famous Fried Chicken on South Front Street.
After we'd filled up on some of the best spicy fried chicken ever, we had plenty of time left for the afternoon's other main attraction.
I've a reason to believe
We all will be received
In Graceland
Welcome to My World. I Just Can't Help Believing y'all enjoyed your tour. Got My Mojo Working, so Any Day Now, Let Me Be the One to take you to Beale Street and the famous Sun Studio. You Don't Have to Say You Love Me, but unless You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin', I'll see you in Memphis Tennessee.
Meanwhile, I wish you a Bridge Over Troubled Waters and a Pocketful of Rainbows.
Love Letters from Candice...and Elvis
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