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Christy Moore

Rory Is Gone

 

Rory Is Gone

(album: Listen - 2009)


And Rory's gone
To play the blues in heaven
Above the clouds
With all the angels singing there
His records scratched
Like his beaten-up old Fender
But the songs are strong
And the notes hang in the air

Gone with Steve Ray
And Jessie Ed Davis
They died too young
And much too premature
Another rock'n'roller
Gone but not forgotten
As his old guitar still mourns and plays
And wails and screams the blues

It sings for Mississippi Fred
And Muddy Waters
Son House, Sleepy John
And the Nighthawk too
Blacks, whites, blues and greens
All the colours mixed together
Now Rory's gone to Heaven

Since Rory's gone to Heaven
To play the blues
And Rory's gone to play
The blues in Heaven
And Rory's gone to Heaven
To play the blues

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