(Ian Hunter)
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Forgot my six-string razor - hit the sky
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Half way to Memphis 'fore I realised
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Well I rang the information - my axe was cold
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They said she rides the train to Oreoles
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Now its a mighty long way down the dusty trail
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And the sun burns hot on the cold steel rails
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'N I look like a bum 'n I crawl like a snail
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All the way from Memphis
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Well I got to Oreoles y'know - it took a month
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And there was my guitar, electric junk.
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Some spade said "Rock'n'rollers, you're all the same.
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Man that's your instrument." I felt so ashamed.
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Now its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll
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Through the Bradford Cities and the Oreoles
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'N you look like a star but you're still on the dole
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All the way from Memphis
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Yeah it's a mighty long way down rock'n'roll
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From the Liverpool docks to the Hollywood Bowl
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'N you climb up the mountains 'n you fall down the holes
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All the way from Memphis
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Yeah its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll
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As your name gets hot so your heart grows cold
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'N you gotta stay young man, you can never be old
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All the way from Memphis
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Yeah its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll
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Through the Bradford Cities and the Oreoles
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'N you look like a star but you're really out on parole!
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All the way from Memphis
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All The Way From Memphis
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| Mott the Hoople |
