My Baby, Sure - Rory Gallagher

Break them!

Get down, y’all!

Y’all come back now ya hear?

Alright

Okay that the way they talk?

Bye Chester!

Take that hairy hippie out of the dressing room!

Scoop that muck off your boots

Before you come in the house, son

Okay

Your mouth’s full now?

Right, we' ll begin, ok…

One two three four!

Well, my baby

Sure got me lovesick

That I guess it’s plain to see

She sure knows her way around

'Cause her daddy owns the whole damn town

And he don’t give a damn for me

Well, my baby’s

Alway’s got an answer

Every time she can’t be found

Well, she’ll be stepping out around

And she calls up

And she says she’s mine

And I am crazy one more time

I' m gonna write myself a letter

I’m gonna send it in the mail

I’ve got to sort me out

'Cause if I don’t somehow

I' ll never be the same again

Woo hah!

I' m gonna write myself a letter

I’m gonna send it through the mail

I’ve got to sort me out

'Cause if I don’t somehow

I' ll never be the same again

Well, my baby

Sure stays out late nights

Till it begins to tire me down

Well if I live in gold

Well, I don’t feel better anyway

And I drive back to town

There' s a red light on the wall

And that means you' re coming home