This is THE story like Bruce told it at a concert in Australia...
  

"It was around 1976. Me and the band were on the "Born to Run" tour. Many, many, many years ago. We were down in Memphis, Tennessee. We had just played this little auditorium, we've never been to Memphis before. Me and my guitar player Steve were sitting around the hotel room, and we decided we wanted to go out and find some place to eat. So we called up a taxicab. It was about, I guess, 3 o’clock in the morning. Taxicab came to the hotel, and we asked him if he knew some place to get a sandwich. And he said, "Yeah, there's a place right out by Elvis Presley's house." So we said, "You mean ... like ... you know where Elvis lives?" He says, "Yeah. Yeah. It's just about a couple of miles." We said, "Well, take us there right now." So the guy drove us out to Elvis'. And I remember I got out of the taxicab. I had never been there before. And I stood in front of those two gates that he had with the guitar players on the front. You could see through them. You could see up the driveway into the house. And I could see on the second floor of the house there was one light on. So I figured, that must be Elvis up reading. And I said, "Steve, Steve, man, I gotta go see if he's home." So the taxicab driver says, "No, man, don't jump over that wall. They're big guards over there, they're gonna carry you off, man, it's gonna be the end of your career." So I jumped up over the wall, and got down on the other side. And I started running up the driveway. I am running up, and I'm thinking "What am I gonna say if Elvis comes to the door?" So I get to the front door, and I was just about to knock - and these guards come out of the woods. And they say, you know, "Can we help you?" "Well, is Elvis home?" And they say, "No, no, he's not home now. He's in Lake Tahoe." "Yeah, I play the guitar, too, you know. And I got a band. I made some records." I told them I was on the cover of Time and Newsweek. They said, "Oh sure you are. Oh? Oh? Great, great." I don't think they believed me. But it was all right. They were pretty nice about it. They took me by the arm and put me back out on the street. I don't know what I would have said if he'd come to the door. I figure, somebody comes to my door around 3:30, I usually like to beat them with a stick or something. But, anyway, I remember a friend of mine called me up just about a year later and told me that Elvis died. And it was hard to understand how somebody who seemed so alive, who had come a long and taken away so many people's loneliness should have ended up so lonely. It wasn't right. He should have lived."