[ Dedicated to Henry McCullough ] Bushmills close at hand –an Irish heartbeat Stranded in the Ponderosa bar Telling kids about Henry McCullough The magic of his rockin red guitar Henry he came from the north of Ireland In a band they called The People he could rock The one and only Irish guitar hero To grace the hallowed stage at old Woodstock Henry’s guitar’s silent in the corner If only we could sing him back somehow Gather round me now all ye failed Christians And pray away the trouble from his brow Henry he played lead with McCartney And he could make that Gibson guitar cry And if you listen up to songs like My Love You’ll hear how Henry made Wings truly fly Henry’s guitar’s silent in the corner If only we could bring him back somehow Gather round me now all ye failed Christians And pray away the trouble from his brow Go listen now to Belfast to Boston Go listen now to Blue Sunset too Henry you could play it like the devil We never more shall see the likes of you Henry’s guitar’s silent in the corner If only we could bring him back somehow Gather round me now all ye failed Christians And pray away the trouble from his brow
Written by: Sam R Gibson
Submitted by: gareth_s on May 25, 2018
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