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 bluesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.