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

'N I look like a bum 'n I crawl like a snail

All the way from Memphis



Well I got to Oreoles y'know - it took a month

And there was my guitar, electric junk.

Some spade said "Rock'n'rollers, you're all the same.

Man that's your instrument." I felt so ashamed.



Now its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll

Through the Bradford Cities and the Oreoles

'N 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'n'roll

From the Liverpool docks to the Hollywood Bowl

'N you climb up the mountains 'n you fall down the holes

All the way from Memphis



Yeah its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll

As your name gets hot so your heart grows cold

'N you gotta stay young man, you can never be old

All the way from Memphis



Yeah its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll

Through the Bradford Cities and the Oreoles

'N you look like a star but you're really out on parole!

All the way from Memphis