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)