| Forgot my six-string razor
|
| And hit the sky
|
| Half way to Memphis
|
| 'Fore I realized
|
| I rang the Information
|
| My axe was cold
|
| They said she rides a train
|
| Down to Oriole
|
| Well it’s a mighty long way down the dusty trail
|
| And the sun burns hot on the cold steel rail
|
| An' I look like a bum an' I crawl like a snail
|
| All the way from Memphis
|
| I got to Oriole — you know
|
| It took a month
|
| An' there was my guitar
|
| Electric Junk
|
| Some dude says Rock 'n' Rollers
|
| You’re all the same
|
| Man that’s your instrument
|
| I felt so ashamed
|
| Now it’s a mighty long way down Rock 'n' Roll
|
| Through the Bradford Cities and the Orioles
|
| And you look like a star but you’re still on the Dole
|
| All the way from Memphis
|
| Well it’s a mighty long way down Rock 'n' Roll
|
| From the Liverpool Docks to the Hollywood Bowl
|
| An' you climb up the mountains an' you fall down the holes
|
| All the way from Memphis
|
| Well it’s a mighty long way down Rock 'n' Roll
|
| An' your name gets hot and your heart grows cold
|
| An' you gotta stay a young man — you can never get old
|
| All the way from Memphis
|
| It’s a mighty long way down Rock 'n' Roll
|
| From the Bradford Cities an' the Orioles
|
| An' you look like a star but you’re still on parole
|
| All the way from Memphis
|
| All the way from Memphis —
|
| All the way from Memphis! |