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Born with the blues in his heart

Blues he left with us, on his depart

Honest and true as the day

Shame he was taken from us, one fateful day

Guitars in his hands seemed to cry

While we down below tried to fly

A god on the stage in our eyes

He took us along and we reached new highs

Fingers that flew in a haze

Kept mere mortals like us , in a daze

We shouted for songs that we want

Gig after gig he would not , disappoint

Rory you left our lives flat

No longer well see you and your battered Strat

We think of you now with great love

And hope that you still watch us now , from up above

Hangin out in Bluestown

Was hanging out in Bluestown

Down by the Club

Where the white boys dont go

back in the shadows

hidden from sight

Lordy, lord I was a fool

 the bluesman he knew I was there

 he lite up a smoke

 as he came out the door

 he done spoke to me

 chorus> Hey kid what the problem

 you loose your teeth, your mama done die

 the ol' ball & chain left ya

 do ya play the blues<<

 So I told him

 it was all of the three above

 well he said come on in kid

 if ya wanna be a bluesman

 Kid if ya wanna play the blues

 ya gotta pay your dues

 drag out that harp

 stickin' oughta your pocket

 an blow baby blow

 He layed down some licks

 sent a chill thru your spine

 on cue I let it go

 playin' the blues

 Say you good kid

 where you learn to play

 with so much soul

 I said listening to Rory

 I'll tell him in Heaven bou't ya

 Wako 2000 B.C.

                                          Over To You