(Otis Blackwell - Winfield Scott)
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I gave a letter to the postman,
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he put it his sack.
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Bright in early next morning,
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he brought my letter back.
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She wrote upon it:
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Return to sender, address unknown.
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No such number, no such zone.
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We had a quarrel, a lover's spat
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I write I'm sorry but my letter keeps coming back.
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So then I dropped it in the mailbox
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And sent it special D.
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Bright in early next morning
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it came right back to me.
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She wrote upon it:
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Return to sender, address unknown.
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No such number, no such zone.
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This time I'm gonna take it myself
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and put it right in her hand.
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And if it comes back the very next day
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then I'll understand the writing on it
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Return to sender, address unknown.
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No such person, no such zone.
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Return To Sender
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| Elvis Presley |
