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ALL THE WAY FROM MEMPHIS (Ian Hunter) Mott the Hoople Forgot my six-string raiser - 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 (Contributed by Bob Buehrer - May 2003)

    


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