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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 And the sun burns hot on the cold steel rails Now its a mighty long way down the dusty trail All the way from Memphis 'N I look like a bum 'n I crawl like a snail Well I got to Oreoles y'know - it took a month Now its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll 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. 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 As your name gets hot so your heart grows cold 'N you gotta stay young man, you can never be old Yeah its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll 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 |
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| 2. |
| 3:23 |
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Little whizz kid mystified me, she was a New York City beat She came on flash - monster mash, motors in her feet Now we moved out of Manhattan to her home on the Brooklyn Heights Her dad's a street punk and her mum's a drunk, but we made out alright Far far from home, oh I felt so alone Could not spin to the speed of the city Oh send me my ticket, I'm too scared to stick She even hired a toy "rent-a-boy" straight from a Times Square stand With my little whizz kid - such a pity Oh thank you little whizz kid, but me and my friends gotta eat Now she really tried her hardest just to make me leave the band street So get back to school or the tying pool, just get yourself out on the Send you victorious, happy and glorious You got the stardust, the sawdust, and the smile Oh my little whizz kid you got such a style Don't lose your sting, how I'd hate you to swing Watch out for the auto-mite, quick or she's outta sight She's a cute super sleeper, she don't dive in deeper A natural leaper, she don't let people pass Oh my whizz kid, you know you're such a gas Such a gas |
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| 3. |
| 5:21 |
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God ain't jive
'N one by one For I can see his love As it runs alive Oh, cross over shame like the wise dove Through fields of rusted wire The war has just begun Who cares not for fame just for shy love 'N rejoice for the king ain't lost his throne, oh no |
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| 2:42 |
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I was a city child with a dead-end smile And a worm's-eye point of view And I had my eyes on you Oh I knew my way, I was a back-street stray You know, some kinda automobeat on the street Now I got this friend and he's a screwdriver-jiver And he has converted me to rock'n'roll I just wanna dance to Honaloochie boogie yeah Honaloochie boogie yeah Get in time, don't worry 'bout the shirt shine You sure started somethin' Wanna tell Chuck Berry my news I get my kicks outta guitar licks Now my hair gets longer as the beat gets stronger And I've sold my steel-toed shoes Now I got this friend and he's a spider west-sider You know, he's hung up on a protection rejection thing But I have made him see the light Honaloochie boogie yeah He just wanna dance to Get in time, don't worry 'bout the shirt shine Honaloochie boogie yeah You sure started somethin' Honaloochie boogie yeah Get in time, don't worry 'bout the shirt shine Honaloochie boogie yeah You sure started somethin |
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| 5. |
| 4:50 |
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I'm a missing link, poolroom stink, I can't talk What's going on, something's wrong, I can't work (Well that's too bad) (Well that's such a drag) Can't go to school, the teacher's a fool, the preacher's a jerk Got nothing to do, street-corner blues, and nowhere to walk Violence, violence It's the only thing that'll make you see sense (Repeat) Watch out for the gun, snake on the run, hide in my hair Gotta fight, nothing's right, livin' nowhere (That's so sad) You keep your mouth shut, or you'll get cut. Haha - I like to scare (Bet you're so mad) I'm a battery louse, a superstar mouse, I don't care Head for your hole, you're sick and you're old Get off my back or I'll attack, 'n I don't owe you nothin' (OK) 'N I'm here to tell you something Violence, violence It's the only thing that'll make you see sense (Repeat several times |
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| 3:51 |
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Eight-track machine playing 'Half Moon Bay' Drivin' in my Volks down on Hamstead Way Her mother got bust on a 88 I gotta get outta town, meet my baby on time And her brother got stuck on my number plate He put five gallons in my petrol tank Hey mister bartender won't you gimme some wine You know we just about made it but her breath sure stank yeah She's got feel on the wheel Drivin' sister rock'n'roll Drivin' sister rock'n'roll She don't make with no brakes Drivin' sister rock'n'roll She's an automobeat on the street She's much too much on the clutch She got her feet on the wheel Drivin' sister rock'n'roll Drivin' sister rock'n'roll Drivin' sister rock'n'roll She don't make with no brakes I said drive, drive, drive, drive And drive little sister drive I said drive, drive, drive, drive And drive little sister, drive on |
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| 5:23 |
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I changed my name in search of fame
To find the midas touch Oh I wish I'd never wanted then What I want now twice as much We crossed the mighty oceans And we had a few divides But we never crossed emotion For we felt too much inside You know all the tales we tell You know the band so well Still I feel, somehow, we let you down We went off somewhere on the way And now I see we have to pay The rock'n'roll circus is in town Buffin lost his child-like dreams And mick lost his guitar And verden grew a line or two And overend's just a rock'n'roll star Behind these shades the visions fade As I learn a thing or two Oh but if I had my time again You all know just what I'd do Rock'n'roll's a loser's game It mesmerizes and I can't explain The reasons for the sights and for the sounds We went off somewhere on the way And now I see we have to pay The rock'n'roll circus is in town So rock'n'roll's a loser's game It mesmerizes and I can't explain The reasons for the sights and for the sounds The greasepaint still sticks to my face So what the hell, I can't erase The rock'n'roll feeling from my mind From my mind, from my mind, from my mind From my mind, from my mind, from my mind From my mind |
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| 7:47 |
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When I feel so down, like a worn out shoe Gotta grease my wheels, turn around and crawl to you And you turn me on, like you did before Burnin' up my days and nights, lock me up in chains But it won't be long you'll be running through the door Lovin' you is hard enough, lovin' you is strange Then you cast your spell on me, I hear rock'n'roll Keeps my motor runnin' cool, rollin' down the road You're a thunderbird cruisin' round my heart I'm a cadillac, I'm just holding back All the speed inside just to let me ride you through But don't push your luck, I don't always play my part Burnin' up my days and nights, lock me up in chains Lovin' you is hard enough, lovin' you is strange Keeps my motor runnin' cool, rollin' down the road Then you cast your spell on me, I hear rock'n'roll You know I'm not for sale, I'm just here for fun Call me up sometime, try and catch me on the run |
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| 4:52 |
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I scream at you for sharing 'n I curse you just for caring 'n I tell to not to see me 'n I tell you not to feel me I hate the clothes you're wearing, they're so pretty 'n I make your life a drag, it's such a pity 'n I watch your warm glow palin' 'n I watch your sparkle fadin' Now I don't mean to upset you As you realise you're failin', cos you're so good If only I could make it easier, then I would But there's so much crime to get through Oh I wish I was your mother 'n then I would have seen you I wish I'd been your father Played houses with your sisters Would have been you as a child And wrestled with all your brothers And then who knows I might have felt a family for a while It's no use me pretendin' You give and I do the spendin' Is there a happy ending, I don't think so Cos even if we make it I'll be too far out to take it You'll have to try and shake it from my head Oooooh I wish I was your mother I wish I'd been your father 'n then I would have seen you Would have been you as a child Played houses with your sisters And wrestled with all your brothers And then who knows I might have felt a family for a while |
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