Rory Gallagher Discography



Top Priority
Rory Gallagher: Vocals, Guitars, Harmonica, Dulcimer
Gerry McAvoy: Bass
Ted McKenna: Drums




Tracks



1. Follow Me
2. Philby
3. Wayward Child
4. Keychain
5. At The Depot
6. Bad Penny
7. Just Hit Town
8. Off The Handle
9. Public Enemy Number 1
10. Nothing But The Devil




1.FOLLOW ME

I want to plant a star on the sky
One you can find at the end of the night
I wanna climb a ladder to space
and leave without trace
cause now is the time
Things are gonna be so clear
Well I'm light years from here
in some other space
Let me take a tear from your eye
and leave it behind stay by my side
Won't you follow me
Where i'm bound
Time's for borrowing now
Won't you follow me
time is tight
Before things swallow me down
I've been locked in this cage
gonna break away before it's too late
I'm gonna rewrite the page take the stage
and live tomorrow today
You'll find the dreams you mislaid
They wanna runaway
all the due's have been paid
Yes it's time to depart
Go with your heart follow the flame
Won't you follow me
Where i'm bound
Time's for borrowing now
Won't you follow me
time is tight
Before things swallow me down
Won't you follow me
Where i'm bound
Time's for borrowing now
Won't you follow me
time is tight
Before things swallow me down
Won't you follow me
Where i'm bound
Time's for borrowing now

2.PHILBY

Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold

I'm deep in action on a secret mission
Contact's broken down
Time drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. 2x

Well it sure is dark in this clockwork city
Contact's never gonna show
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close
Well, I'm standing here in the silent city
Shadows falling down
I'n disconnected but I don't need pity,
The night's gonna burn on slow.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. 2x

Now ain't it funny that I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore.
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a knock upon the door.
Still in transit and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, what is going on?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. 2x

Four o'clock and nothing's moving,
Six o'clock and the daylight's stirring,
Morning comes, must be moving on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way from home, home

Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold

3.WAYWARD CHILD

Well you always were a problem
Always running wild
Trouble is your middle name
You know you're the wayward child
You always get your feet wet
You always play with knives
Watch that you don't cut yourself
You know you're the wayward child
They call you the wayward child
Well you've always gone your own way
Sometimes you play with fire
Well can you run forever
Before you run right out of time
Will you run right out of time
Nothing's gonna change you
It ain't no use
Well who is gonna tame you
Tie you in a noose
Well no one's gonna change ya
Ain't no use
And no one's gonna tame you
Tie you in a noose
Well you always were a problem
Never meek and mild
Life is just a street fight
Well you know you're the wayward child
You always get your feet wet
You always play with knives
Watch that you don't cut yourself
You know you're the wayward child x3

4.KEYCHAIN

I need a keychain
to lock up all this trouble
I need a fast train
leaving on the double
I'm going some place
that's hard to follow
Got that feeling
that i should be long gone
I'm as bad as i can get
I'm playing Russian roulette
I need a keychain
baby right now
I'm playing no games
this ain't no water pistol
Ain't it insane
there's no chance of missing
No one holds me
you ain't got my number
If you see me
just run for cover
Well i'm as wild as i can get
I'm playing Russian roulette
I got no keychain
,baby, right now
Well I'm in a guided missile
and i'm lost in the sky
I won't be returning untill
things feel right
I got a poison pen letter
Ain't that all i need
some pretty woman's
trying to make a ghost of me
I got a keychain
to lock up all my sorrow
i need some fast plane
I'm leaving in a hurry
I'm going some place
where you can't follow
I got that feeling
that i shouldn't be long gone
I'm as mad as i can get
i'm playing Russian roulette
Need a keychain, baby, of mine

5.AT THE DEPOT

Well, I'm hanging around the depot, boys,
Trying to get a job,
I'm so sick and tired of being laid off,
No silver lining, no rainbow's end,
Bills in my mailbox, that's all they ever send,
All they ever send.

Well, I'm hanging around the corner, boys,
Holding up the wall,
Feeling kinda sloppy, waiting for a call.
Running out of patience, running out of cool,
Don't turn on the radio, I don't want to hear the news,
Don't want to hear the news.

Well, you sure look good, baby, sure look neat,
Sure make sense from your head to your feet,
You don't want to know me now, but you're gonna change your mind,
I'm going to Fat City, gonna do things in style.

Well, you sure look good, baby, sure look neat,
Sure make sense from your head to your feet,
Making all the ice melt when you walk down the street,
Making all the ice melt when you walk down the street.
You don't want to know me now, but you're gonna change your mind,
I'm going to Fat City, gonna do things in style.

Well, my motor won't run man,
I'm sure it's on the blink,
Ain't had no gasoline since God knows when,
I'm waiting for that woman, ain't she ever gonna show?
Don't keep me waiting, I got some place else to go,
Some place else to go.

Well, I'm hanging round the depot, boys,
Can't get a job,
I'm so sick and tired of being laid off,
No silver lining, no rainbow's end,
Blues in my mailbox, that's all they ever send,
All they ever send,
All they ever send.

6.BAD PENNY

Well, like a bad penny you have turned up again,
You're in my sights, there's a mist on my lens.
I think you know how it was when I tripped and fell,
Well, you double-dealed me, baby and I broke like a shell.

Like a bad penny you've sure lost the glow
But I'm out of reach, your smile's sure gone cold.
Well, it can't ever be like it was then,
Well, don't you fool with me, baby,
Don't you mess with my plans.
Some stormy nights, your memory haunts me,
You won't go away.

Well, like a bad penny you have turned up in the change,
Try to fit into the picture, you can't get inside the frame.
I think you know I'm still sore, but I'm on the mend,
Times sure have changed, it won't happen again.

Well, like a bad penny spins around and around,
Well, you won't know what's gone wrong when it all falls down,
You got to learn from now on to stop playing games,
You ought to keep on moving, you got to spin on your way.

Some lonely nights, I hear you calling,
Won't you go away?

Well, like a bad penny you have turned up again,
You're in my sights, there's a mist on my lens.
I think you know how it was when I tripped and fell,
Well, you double-dealed me, baby, I cracked like a shell.

7.JUST HIT TOWN

Well i just hit town
and I flew in the by the seat of my pants
Well i just touched down
and got me some crazy plans
I'm an ace i'm a deuce
I'm a buzzin all over the land
And it ain't no use
to change the way i am, the way i am
Ah Yeah
Well i just touched base
been in motion for a hundred days
I'm wound up like a motor or a rocket
in outer space
I'm an ace i'm a deuce won't you put my mind at ease
Well i can't slow it down
got to take some more of these, more of these
Won't you give me the green light
give me a chance to move
Turn on your love light, you know that i approve
Well i just touched ground
and i got in by the seat of my pants
I ain't broken down but i found
a new place to land
I'm an ace i'm a deuce I'm a crazy free-range man
And it ain't no use to change my open plan,my open plan
Well I'm feelin' kinda crazy, what to go on a mad-cap spree
Step on my air-brakes, I gotta let off some steam
I'm an ace i'm a deuce
I'm flying all over the land
And it ain't no use to change the way i am x2

8.OFF THE HANDLE

Well i fly off the handle
a little too quick
Guess you could call me a nervous man
For the last week or two
It don't take too much
to make me wanna raise my hand
Well it's one of those days
when you'd rather not be
so low down and dirty
your luck's out to sea
Well i fly off the handle
a little too fast
You know friends think I look like an angry man
like bad memory turned up again
I find it hard not to raise my hand
Well it's one of those towns
Where you'd rather not stay
come back and see it
some other day
Well it's one of those nights
when you know you're alone
feeling half crazy
just body and soul
Well my cat won't scratch
or show its claws
It just prowls around the house all day
for the last night or two
I can't eat or drink
I think i'm gonna fade away
Well it's one of those days
When you'd rather not be
so low down and lonesome
your luck's out to sea

9.PUBLIC ENEMY NO.1

Well she's nothing much
but she looks like a gangster's moll
Well there ain't no doubt about it
I know she ran with Mad Dog Coll
She's the driver of the getaway car
Public enemy No.1
She's fact and she's fiction
All wrapped up into one
Sound, lights and vision
Street car collisions and all
We got the G-men on a mission,
They can't catch up at all
Won't you have that motor twitchin'
for Public enemy No.1
Well the marked man unmarked car
Waiting out in the cold
Got his work cut out
Well a travel guide to a shooting star
is the only clue we left about
It's a battle of wits, a psyche-out
Synchronised tension's taking hold
It's a battle of wits, a psyche-out
Synchronised tension's taking hold, taking hold
B-girl oh B-girl
Be my permanent alibi
Well you got to keep your eyes peeled
stay alert at the wheel tonight
Keep the key in the ignition
we won't get no remission this time
Won't you have that motor twitchin'
When i come running by





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