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(ian hunter) |
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Forgot my six-string razor - hit the sky |
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Half way to memphis 'fore i realised |
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Well i rang the information - my axe was cold |
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They said she rides the train to oreoles |
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Now its a mighty long way down the dusty trail |
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And the sun burns hot on the cold steel rails |
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'n i look like a bum 'n i crawl like a snail |
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All the way from memphis |
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Well i got to oreoles y'know - it took a month |
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And there was my guitar, electric junk. |
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Some spade said "rock'n'rollers, you're all the same. |
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Man that's your instrument." i felt so ashamed. |
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Now its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll |
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Through the bradford cities and the oreoles |
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'n you look like a star but you're still on the dole |
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All the way from memphis |
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Yeah it's a mighty long way down rock'n'roll |
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From the liverpool docks to the hollywood bowl |
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'n you climb up the mountains 'n you fall down the holes |
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All the way from memphis |
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Yeah its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll |
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As your name gets hot so your heart grows cold |
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'n you gotta stay young man, you can never be old |
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All the way from memphis |
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Yeah its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll |
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Through the bradford cities and the oreoles |
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'n you look like a star but you're really out on parole! |
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All the way from memphis |
