All the Way From Memphis (live) Ian Hunter

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
And I look like a bum and I crawl like a snail
All the way from Memphis

Well I got to Oreoles you know, it took a month
And there was my guitar, electric junk
Some spade said: 'Rock and rollers, you're all the same'
'Man that's your instrument' - I felt so ashamed

Now its a mighty long way down rock and 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 and 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 it's a mighty long way down rock and 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