Brian May

Good evening Memphis
How are we doing
Let's do it
Forgot my six-string razor and I hit the sky
Halfway to Memphis before I realised
Hey, I rang the information, my axe was cold
They said she rides the train down to Oreole
Well it's a mighty long way down the dusty trail
And the sun burns hot on the cold steel rail
And I look like a bum and I crawl like a snail
All the way from Memphis
I got to Oreole, you know, it took a month
And there was my guitar, electric junk
Some dude said rock'n'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
Of course we weren't always superstars
There was a time when we were just ordinary commoners just like you