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Текст (слова) песни: mott the hoople - All The Way from Memphis
(ian hunter)
Forgot my six-string razor - 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 yknow - it took a month
And there was my guitar, electric junk.
Some spade said "rocknrollers, youre all the same.
Man thats your instrument." I felt so ashamed.
Now its a mighty long way down rocknroll
Through the bradford cities and the oreoles
n you look like a star but youre still on the dole
All the way from memphis
Yeah its a mighty long way down rocknroll
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 rocknroll
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 rocknroll
Through the bradford cities and the oreoles
n you look like a star but youre really out on parole!
All the way from memphis
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