Cradle rock.
If I was a cradle, then you’d let me rock.
If I was a pony, then you’d let me trot.
If I was the atom, you’d split me into three.
But when I want to see you baby,
How come you lock your door on me!
Owww…
If I was a baby, you wouldn’t let me fall.
If I was an outlaw, you wouldn’t have me caught.
If I was a tiger, you wouldn’t have me caged.
If I was somebody else,
Then you would act your age!
You’ll miss out if you, leave me out of your,
Day and night, I been trying to make you see that.
Hear what I got to say,
It’s all about me and you!
If I was a blind-man, then you’d make me see.
If I was a deaf-man, you’d give me ears to hear.
If I was a lame-man, you’d give me legs to walk.
But if you were true to me baby,
Then listen when I talk.
Owww…
If I was a cradle, then you’d let me rock,
If I was a pony, then you’d let me trot.
If I was the atom, split me into three.
If I want to see you baby,
Don’t you lock your door on me!
Take a few minutes and yes watch this human hurricane in action, The Master Musician Rory Gallagher and his boys going to town at full speed, there never was/is and never will be anyone like the great Rory. I heard from a very reliable source that God had to have a word with Rory, Phil & Garry are playing 7 nights a week in the Kingdom, God has to remind them about the day of rest,