Rockabye
She grew up with the children of the stars, with the Hollywood hills and the boulevard. Her parents threw big parties, everyone was there. They hung out with folks like Dennis Hopper, Bob Segar, and Sonny and Cher. She feels safe now, in this bar on Fairfax. And from the stage I can tell that she can't let go and she can't relax. And just before she hangs her head to cry, I sing to her this lullaby.
I sing, Everything's gonna be alright, Rockabye, Rockabye, Rockabye.
She still lives with her Mom outside the city, down that street about half a mile. And all her friends tell her, she's so pretty. But she'd be a whole lot prettier if she smiled once in a while. But even a smile looks like a frown. She's seen her share of devils in this angel town.
But, Everything's gonna be alright, Rockabye, Rockabye, Everything's gonna be alright, Rockabye, Rockabye, Rockabye.
I told her I aint so sure about this place. It's hard to play a gig in this town and keep a straight face. Seems like everyone here's got a plan, Kind of like Nashville, with a tan.
But Everything's gonna be alright, Rockabye, Rockabye, Everything's gonna be alright, Rockabye, Rockabye, Everything's gonna be alright, Rockabye, Rockabye, Everything's gonna be alrighty, Rockabye, Rockaybe, Rockabye, Bye, Bye, Bye Bye.
Sean Mullins
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