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Forgot my six-string razor, hit the sky |
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Half way to |
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Memphis 'fore |
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I realized |
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Well, I rang the information my axe was cold |
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They said she rides the train to |
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OreolesNow it's 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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And I look like a bum and |
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I crawl like a snail |
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All the way from |
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MemphisWell, |
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I got to Oreoles you know it took a month |
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And there was my guitar, electric junk |
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Some spade said, "Rock and rollers, you're all the same" |
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Man that's your instrument, |
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I felt so ashamed |
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Now it's a mighty long way down rock 'n' roll |
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Through the |
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Bradford Cities and the |
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OreolesAnd you look like a star but you're still on the dole |
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All the way from |
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MemphisYeah, it's a mighty long way down rock 'n' roll |
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From the Liverpool docks to the |
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Hollywood |
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BowlAnd you climb up the mountains and you fall down the holes |
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All the way from |
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MemphisYeah, it's 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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And you gotta stay young man, you can never be old |
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All the way from |
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MemphisYeah, it's a mighty long way down rock 'n' roll |
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Through the |
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Bradford Cities and the |
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OreolesAnd you look like a star but you're really out on parole |
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All the way from |
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Memphis |
