| Song Length |
3:16 |
Genre |
Folk - Contemporary, Country - Americana |
| Tempo |
Floating |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Poignant, Endearing |
Subject |
Marriage, Regret |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Elvis Chapel
They got married in the Elvis chapel on a Friday night
Passing thru Memphis and, boy, it felt just right
All the plastic stars were lit up, Col. Tommy said the vows
A ring jangled in his pocket, she wore a blue moon blouse
Chorus:
Now you're free to take this where it goes
To follow your own dreams, live it to the wildest, I suppose
The jukebox dropped a 45, a choir filled the air
Somebody snapped a Polaroid to remind us we were there
Let the blessings of the King fulfill your every day
Kiss the bride, make a wish, now be on your way
Chorus:
'Cause you're free to take this where it goes
To follow your own dreams, live it to the wildest, I suppose
Cicadas hummed along, a summer serenade
They crossed the Mississippi and gave one last wave
The sky was falling fast, had become electric blue
Memories of the King and memories of you
Chorus:
Now you're free to take this where it goes
To follow your own dreams, live it to the wildest, I suppose