There's a crowd of shaking hands outside the gates and they always want to know about Tennessee. But there's nothing that makes me want to eat a bullet like local radio and Elvis Presley. Rock and Roll was born a bastard child in a dirty back room to Mother Mississippi. She left the Delta and traversed the world with a fury. She was raped in old L.A., now she smells like money. Maybe Father Young was always right and the light of rock and roll will never die. But when we fell to our knees and prayed the gods, they were dancing on the graves of their own kind. We saw a big star there on the horizon but it sunk below the river and was never found. We drove all night from Memphis to Kentucky just to get away from the terrible sound. Just to get away Just to get away Rock and Roll was born a bastard child in a dirty back room to Mother Mississippi. She left the Delta and traversed the world with a fury. She's been raped for all these years, now she smells like money.