Testo: Ian Hunter. Welcome to the Club. All the Way from Memphis [Live].

Forgot my six-string razor, hit the sky
Half way to Memphis 'fore I realized
Well, I rang the information my axe was cold
They said she rides the train to Oreoles

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

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 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

Yeah, 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

Yeah, it's a mighty long way down rock 'n' 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 'n' 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