Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Ian Hunter
Фортепиано
Mick Ralphs
Гитара
Peter Overend Watts
Бас-гитара
Dale Griffin
Барабаны
Andy Mackay
Тенор-саксофон
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Ian Hunter
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Mott the Hoople
Продюсер
Vic Anesini
Мастеринг-инженер
Alan "Madswitcher" Harris
Инженер звукозаписи
Bill Price
Инженер звукозаписи
John Leckie
Инженер звукозаписи
Pete Swettenham
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Слова
[Verse 1]
Forgot my six string razor hit the sky
Halfway to Memphis 'fore I realized
Well, I rang the information, my axe was cold
They said she rides the train to Oriole
[Verse 2]
Now, it's 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
[Verse 3]
Well, I got to Oriole, you 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
[Verse 4]
Now it's a mighty long way down rock 'n' 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
[Verse 5]
Now, it's a mighty long way down rock 'n' 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
[Verse 6]
Yeah, it's a mighty long way down rock 'n' roll
'Cause 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
[Verse 7]
Yeah, it's a mighty long way down rock 'n' roll
Through the Bradford cities and the Oriole
And you look like a star, but you're really out on parole
All the way from Memphis
Written by: Ian Hunter