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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 |
