He left his Mississippi town
on the Gulf of Mexico
Just as she left New York City
in the winter rain and snow
He played a flat -top martin
and kinda sang the blues
She'd been at Brooklyn Academy,
wore patent leather shoes
He was going to Chicago
just because he had some time
She was off to Hollywood
to see what she could find
Racing down the highway,
her blonde hair did flow
He was a poor girl's Elvis,
she was a poor man's Marilyn Monroe
He was a poor girl's Elvis,
she was a poor man's Marilyn
Monroe
At a truck stop outside Memphis,
she parked his Thunderbird
As she stepped inside
she heard him say, Miss,
may I have a word?
He said, I'm just a southern boy
and I speak with a draw
But I'd be pleased if you'd let me
buy a cup of coffee for you all
She said you look familiar,
and he said so do you
Could this be a storybook romance
that's coming true?
She raised her hand to hide a smile,
he said she didn't know
He was a poor girl's Elvis,
she was a poor man's Marilyn Monroe
He was a poor girl's Elvis,
she was a poor man's Marilyn Mon
roe
They sat a while in silence,
she toyed with her spoon
He gazed beyond the parking lot
to see the rising moon
The pine trees in the distance
were swaying in the wind
He was sure that they were destined
to be more than friends
He turned his gaze back to her,
his eyes showing like a flame
For this girl that he just met,
he didn't even know her name
He could not resist her,
why he didn't know
He was a poor girl's Elvis,
she was a poor man's Marilyn Monroe
He was a poor girl's Elvis,
she was a poor man's Marilyn
Monroe
He talked about his music,
she talked about the stage
In the diary she was keeping,
he would get a page
She came and sat beside him,
he put his arm around her
Then he went and sold his pickup truck
to the dude behind the counter
He said, I've got some
money now,
would you like to have some fun?
She said, I'm going to the west coast
just to catch a little sun
She slowly pushed her chair away
and coyly rose to go
He was a poor girl's Elvis,
she was a poor man's Marilyn Monroe
He was a poor girl's Elvis,
she was a poor man's Marilyn
Monroe
She was a little flustered,
until he took her hand
It was happening so quickly,
the way he changed his plans
But she was laughing like a schoolgirl
as they walked out the door
He flashed a gentle smile at her,
and she wanted more
He turned on the radio
as they got into her car
Each was thinking
that the other ought to be a star
They didn't feel at all like strangers
and told each other so
He was a poor girl's Elvis,
she was a poor man's Marilyn Monroe
He was a poor girl's Elvis,
she was a poor man's Marilyn Mon
roe
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