Henry’s Guitar (dedicated to Henry McCullough)

Henry’s Guitar (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

 

Chorus
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