I wanna tell you a story

It happened long ago

About a redneck boy

Down from tupelo

I got the slick black hair

I played a rock guitar

I liked to shake my hips, man

Then I went too far.

He ate his weight in country ham,

Killed on pills and woke in disgraceland

Dis-grace-land

Dis-grace-land

Dis-grace-land.

I had a lot of girls

I had a lot of guns

When they found me dead

The whole world was stunned

Went to the pearly gates

Said, "I'm the hippest thing"

And peter said "well son,

We already got ourselves a king".

He lived on southern deep-fried spam,

Killed on pills and woke in disgraceland

Dis-grace-land

Dis-grace-land

Dis-grace-land.

He finished his short life,

Sweaty and bloated and stoned

(A-hey-hey)

He ruled his domain and he died on the throne

No "yes-men", no colonel, he went...

...all alone...

(Hey, man, that looks like me down there on the floor)

I heard the devil cry

Real loud and clear

"You were the big man, there

You're just a sideman here

Well, I know your face

And I've heard your name

Looks like heaven's loss

Is gonna be my gain"

(I've got plans for you, man)

He ate his weight in country ham

Killed on pills and woke in disgraceland

Dis-grace-land

Dis-grace-land

Dis-grace-land

Dis-grace-land

Dis-grace-land.

Well, I woke up, right here

In dis-grace-land.

Thank ya. thank ya very much.