Rory Gallagher Discography



Fresh Evidence
Rory Gallagher: Vocals, Electric & Acoustic Guitars, Dulcimer, Electric Sitar, Mandola
Gerry McAvoy: Bass
Brendan OŽNeil: Drums
Mark Feltham: Harmonica
Geraint Watkins: Accordion
John Cooke: Keyboards
Lou Martin: Piano
John Earle: Tenor Sax, Bariton Sax
Ray Beavis: Tenor Sax
Dick Hanson: Trumpet







Tracks



1. Kid Gloves
2. The King Of Zydeco
3. Middle Name
4. Alexis
6. Empire State Express
6. Ghost Blues
7. Heavens Gate
8. The Loop
9. WalkinŽ Wounded
10.Slumming Angel

Bonus Tracks

11. Never Asked You For Nothin'
12. Bowed Not Broken





'KID' GLOVES

Well, they sprung me out of Quentin,
I'm back on the mob's payroll
They can buy my body
Sure they can't buy my soul.
I'm working out of Stockton
I''m weighing in at two -o -one
But there's a man in the front row
Sent down by the mob with a gun.

For 'Kid Gloves',I'm back out on the street.
'Kid Gloves', the master to the beat
'Kid Gloves', I'll do anything but dive.

We'll the bought me out of Quentin.
They've gone and placed their bets.
I've got to throw the fight
Just to save my neck.
Saying 'yes' to the set up
Made me feel so cheap
But the street felt so good
Now I've only got myself to beat

A deal is a deal
But you know I just can't win
The mob oughta know
My conscience is wearing thin

For 'Kid' Gloves, I'm back in the ring
'Kid ' Gloves, I'll fight anything
'Kid" Gloves, I'll do anything but dive.

'Kid Gloves', I'm back on the street
'Kid" Gloves the master to beat
"Kid" Gloves, Ill do anything but cry,

'Kid' Gloves, I'm back on my feet
"Kid" Gloves, The master to beat
"Kid" Gloves, I'll do anything but cry

"Kid" Gloves, I'm back in the ring.
"Kid Gloves, I'll fight anything
"Kid Gloves" I'll do anything but dive

Well, they burned me out of Quentin,
They've gone and placed their bets
I've got to throw a fight
Just to save my neck.
Saying yes to the set up
Made me feel so cheap
But the street felt so good
Now I've only got myself to beat

"Kid Gloves, I'm back out on the street
"Kid' Gloves, the master to beat
'Kid' Gloves, I'll do anything but dive

'Kid' Gloves, I'm back in the ring
"Kid" Gloves, I'll fight anything
'Kid' Gloves, I'll do anything but cry

"Kid Gloves, I'm faster on my feet
"Kid Gloves, the master to beat
'Kid" gloves, I'll do anything but dive

THE KING OF ZYDECO

Well, it's a straight line as the crow flies
To a heaven hear on earth
And if you make time, it's a cool drive.
Head down to the coast
If your taste runs to the gumbo,
Don't know where to go,
Let me introduce you to
The King of Zydeco

If you're head leaks like a strainer,
The sea comes to your door,
A strange sound from the juke-joint,
A mile just down the road
Believe it when you hear it,
The sound of a 'rubbing board' board,
Let me introduce you to The King of Zydeco

Move it over
Open up that line
Roll it over,
Buddy, I'm insane.

You wont feel like a stranger,
You've found a second home
You cant get out of your tree there
When the music hits your soul.
Bye-Bye 'Big Brother'
"Cause I'm going away
I wanna listen to the man
They call Clifton Cheniere.

Feel like a statistic,
Feeling shrink-wrapped up too.
It's dun-time baby
You been to long in school.
Head down to the place
Near to Thibodoux
Let me introduce you to
The King of Zydeco
Move that semi
Buddy, I'm insane.
It's now or never
I can't touch the brakes.

Well, it's a stone's throw from the Bayou
And I can see the sign,
Shining like a beacon
Right on through the night.
No more airs and graces,
Gotta catch the show,
Let me introduce you to
The King of Zydeco.

MIDDLE NAME

Well, a hurricane is on it's way
Across the Bible belt
Just watch the sway of the sugar cane
Move from right to left

I must be gone when the morning comes,
Must be heading west.
I could hang around, go down in the storm
It's anybody's guess

Still can't find you
Still can't find you
Well, sorrow is my middle name
And I'll tell you something else.
Since you've been gone
I've been broken down

Been hanging 'round this lonesome town
Feeling less and less
What is gonna happen here
Is anybody's guess
Still can't find you
Still can't find you
Who's gonna hide you
Well, a Terraplane just passed my way
Wont give me a ride
Standing on the freeway
The wind is rising high

I could make it out, there is no doubt
But can't leave you behind
Still, I cannot find you
Still, cannot find you
What can I do?

EMPIRE STATE EXPRESS

I went down to the station. .
Leaned against the door,
Went down to the station,
Leaned against the door
I knew it wa the Empire Stae Express,
I could tell by the way she blows.

I asked the depot agent,
"Please let me ride the blinds"
Asked the depot agent,
"Please let me ride the blinds"
He said, "Son, I wouldn't mind
.But the Empire State ain't mine"

You know that Empire State,
She rides on eastern time.
That Empire State,
Rides on Eastern time,
She's the 'rollingingest' baby,
On the New York Cental line.

It was a mean ol' fireman
And a low down engineer.
It wa a cruel fieman
And a low-down engineer
That tok my woman away
And left me standing here.

Yes, the engineer blew the whistle,
The fireman rang the bell
The engineer blew the the whistle,
The fireman rang the bell
It was a cruel fireman
And a low-down engineer
Tha t took my woman away
And left poor me standing here

Yes, the engineer blew the whistle
The fireman rang the bell
The engineer blew the whistle,
The fireman rang the bell.
My woman's on board,
She's waving me fare-thee-well.

I'm gonna tell you
What that mean ol' train will do.
I'm gonna tell you
What that mean ol' train will do.
They'll take your woman away
And shoot black smoke back at you.

They'll take your woman away
And shoot black smoke back at you.

GHOST BLUES

Walked in this morning
Feeling half-way like a ghost.
Walked in this morning
Feeling half-way like a ghost.
My face looked like marble,
My blood burned just like toast.
Face looked like marble,
My blood burned just like toast.

If I had some sense,
I'd tear that building down.
If I had some sense,
I'd tear that building down.
No more gin house,
Smiles instead of frowns.
No more gin house,
Give you smiles instead of frowns.

Came home this morning,
Found her crying by the door.
Came home this morning,
Found her crying by the door.
Make my promise,
Won't barrel-house no more.
You've got my word,
Won't barrel-house no more.

Came home this morning,
Looking half-way like a ghost.
Came home this morning,
Looking half-way like a ghost.
My face looked like marble,
My blood burned just like toast.
Face looked like marble,
My blood burned just like toast.

HEAVEN'S GATE
You're feeling haunted,
See those shadows on the shades?
You're stalking 'round the room,
Your name is on the blade.
The darkness 'round your neck
Is like a metal claw,
Who is gonna save you?
Who will hear you call?

You'll never get to Heaven,
Putting money in the plate.
Can't bribe St. Peter
When you're at Heaven's gate.
Right now you wonder
How crazy things can be,
You delt your own hand,
Five-card destiny

Roller-coaster feeling
from the floor
Someone stole the key
Out of your door.

Just what you needed,
Shadow on the blinds
Feel so somersalted,
Trying to keep your sense of time.
Lightning on the windows.
Just to seal your fate
Who is gonna save you
When Your at Heaven's Gate

WALKING WOUNDED

I'm walkin' wounded,
Got my heart ina sling
I've been injected
Till I feel nothing
You got me hurting
Where it gets me most
If I had some sense
I'd move back to the southern coast

I'm truly wounded
Like a fox in a snare
I feel inspected
'Cause I'm caught in your glare.
You've done your damage,
Are you sure that you're through?
Don't cross me anymore,
I've had enough of of you.

Like sleepwalkin'
Like an unlit fuse
I'm breaking out , baby,
Got no time to loose.

SLUMMING ANGEL

You're like a Slumming Angel
Lost on the wrong side of town.
Just want to see the pictures,
Tell your man, 'turn down the sound'
You're acting wise but you're not afraid
'round here you might get blown away
Like a Slummming Angel,
Lost on the wrong side of town

Slumming Angel,
Lost on the wrong side of town
I saw you sak thee poor kid
To take the time to show you back
Don't burn your wings
Flying to high
Around here you just
Might end up
Dying
Like a Slumming Angel
Lost on the wrong side of town
Don't you know our way around?

Straiht out of heaven
Don't you know where you stand?
Take off those rose colored glasses,
This is no wonderland

You're like a Slumming Angel
Lost on the wrong side of the tracks
Saw you ask the poor boy
To show you the way back
Go home to your Daddy
Where you ought to go
Thinngs have changed around here
Do't you know
You're like a Slumming Angel
Lost on the wrong side of town
Slumming Angel,
Let me show you around.







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