All The Way From Memphis — Mott The Hoople

(ian hunter)

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 yknow - it took a month

And there was my guitar, electric junk.

Some spade said "rocknrollers, youre all the same.

Man thats your instrument." I felt so ashamed.

Now its a mighty long way down rocknroll

Through the bradford cities and the oreoles

n you look like a star but youre still on the dole

All the way from memphis

Yeah its a mighty long way down rocknroll

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 rocknroll

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 rocknroll

Through the bradford cities and the oreoles

n you look like a star but youre really out on parole!

All the way from memphis