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Mott The Hoople
All The Way From Memphis

Forgot my six-string razor - hit the sky


Half way to Memphis 'fore I realised


Well I rang the information - my axe was cold


They said she rides the train to Oreoles


 


Now its a mighty long way down the dusty trail


And the sun burns hot on the cold steel rails


'N I look like a bum 'n I crawl like a snail


All the way from Memphis


 


Well I got to Oreoles y'know - it took a month


And there was my guitar, electric junk.


Some spade said "Rock'n'rollers, you're all the same.


Man that's your instrument." I felt so ashamed.


 


Now its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll


Through the Bradford Cities and the Oreoles


'N you look like a star but you're still on the dole


All the way from Memphis


 


Yeah it's a mighty long way down rock'n'roll 


From the Liverpool docks to the Hollywood Bowl


'N you climb up the mountains 'n you fall down the holes


All the way from Memphis


 


Yeah its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll


As your name gets hot so your heart grows cold


'N you gotta stay young man, you can never be old


All the way from Memphis


 


Yeah its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll


Through the Bradford Cities and the Oreoles


'N you look like a star but you're really out on parole!


All the way from Memphis