rory is gone

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