Postcard From Elvis Lyrics

Got a postcard from Elvis

It was postmarked Guam

Said, he was workin' in a little cafe

Where he met Yvonne

Said, the lights from the kitchen

Didn't bother him much

Said, he wasn't worried about what he ate

Or shavin' and such

Said, he found a red Monaro

Said, it runs pretty good

Most Saturdays he's dreamin' away

Under the hood

He said, maybe it's a little bit stupid

Sometimes I forget

But closer I come to the heart of the matter

The farther away I get

Got a phone call from Norma

Said, she's lovin' the farm

Spends her time advancin' her mind

In sweet Johnny's arms

Said, he's glad to be out of the running

Glad he got away clean

Workin' the land with dirt on his hands

For his sweet Norma Jean

They got a big old four-poster
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They know it's comin' soon

Baby needs shoes and when the little one's due

They'll be needing some room

She said, maybe it's a little bit stupid

Sometimes I forget

But closer I come to the heart of the matter

The farther away I get

I've been talkin' to some old friends of mine

Won't you hold a moment

While I get my other line

Got a message from Buddha

He left it on my machine

He said when you go

So fast that it's slow

You'll know what I mean

Said, he found a red Monaro

Said it runs pretty good

And most Saturday's, he's dreamin' away

Under the hood

He said, maybe it's a little bit stupid

Sometimes I forget

But closer I come to the heart of the matter

The farther away I get

The closer I come to the heart of the matter

The farther away I get