All the Way to Memphis - Ian Hunter

Forgot my six-string razor — hit the sky

Half way to Memphis 'fore I realized

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

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

All the way from Memphis

Well I got to Oreoles ya 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

And 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

And you climb up the mountains and 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

And 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

And you look like a star but you’re really out on parole!

All the way from Memphis