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. Yeah it's a mighty long way down rock and 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.