Easy Come, Easy Go

(Dedicated to the memory of Phil Lynott)

I can’t heal the pain,

When you got them blues again.

It's easy come and it's easy go,

When you play sweet Rock-n-Roll.

You know, it must have been a struggle,

Growing up without a dad.

Most of the friends he had were trouble,

And his best friends were all in bands.

But he pulled himself together,

He learned to sing and play the bass.

He wrote songs about the heroes that he loved,

And his voice was ringing out all over the place.

The boys are back in town.

Pass that jar around.

It's easy come and it's easy go,

When you’re playin’ sweet Rock-n-Roll.

You know, he grew up fast in Dublin,

When the boys of summer came.

He took his band around the world,

And when they came back home again.

Although his star was shining brightly,

His spirit was about to break.

He fell in love with smack and whiskey,

And he lost his wife and child along the way.

Can't you feel the sadness?

I can't heal the pain.

You don’t stand a chance,

When you’ve got them blues again.

It's easy come and it's easy go,

When you’re playin’ sweet Rock-n-Roll.

I saw him play a show in London.

It was pretty near the end.

Though he had a million fans,

He was running short of friends.

You know the ending of this story.

He left us far too soon.

I know your life must be like hell,

When you're living for the needle and the spoon.

Oh, the sadness comes,

And the pain won't go.

When you're livin’ for the whiskey,

And you’re dyin’ for the blow.

You've been payin’ heavy dues,

'Cause you've got them sugar blues.

Oh, don't you know,

Everybody loved him so.

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