Dale Kidd

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Dale Kidd

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INTRO----------------------------------
What kind of wind are you my friend
that knocks me off my feet?
What kind of foe like you intends
to put me in retreat?

Here’s what I think, and I’ll unload
let’s see if you agree
There’s a reservation down the road
that’s saved for you, not me

It’s a bad guy’s game
yeh, a bad guy’s game

V1-------------------------------------------
You say my future looks real bleak
are you now clairvoyant?
You blow cigar smoke in my face
'n' think that you’re flamboyant

CHORUS-----------------------------------
Every thought can be better than past
Every heart can be bigger than last
Every act feels greater when asked
But, every evil will destroy it real fast

V2--------------------------------------------
If you were me and I were you
would we talk or would we ramble?
What’s the chance we’d get along?
go ahead 'n' take a gamble

CHORUS-----------------------------------
Every thought can be better than past
Every heart can be bigger than last
Every act feels greater when asked
But, every evil will destroy it real fast

BRIDGE------------------------------------
When there’s no one to blame
and no one to frame
They’ll find someone to shame
that’s a bad guy’s game

It’s a bad guy’s game
yeh a bad guy’s game
It’s a bad guy’s game
yeh a bad guy’s game

V3--------------------------------------------
I won’t look back, what’s gone is gone
grab the future like a rope
So move along out from my gaze
live kindness out of hope

CHORUS-----------------------------------
Every thought can be better than past
Every heart can be bigger than last
Every act feels greater when asked
But, every evil will destroy it real fast

OUTRO--------------------------------------
A bad guy’s game it’s always the same
to knock you off your feet
Then spread the word on blame
to force your fast retreat

Here’s what I think, and I’ll unload
let’s see if you agree
There’s a reservation down the road
that’s saved for you, not me

It’s a bad guy’s game
yeh, a bad guy’s game

A Bad Guy's Game

Copyright 2020 by Dale Kidd.
All rights reserved.


Look at slim-bored Maisy
She’s rock’n’roll crazy
Rules the dance floor like a fired-up troll

I say
why not
She’s got
a lot
Got the music deep down in her soul

You won’t forget Kelly
Works nights at the deli
When she moves she grabs every eye

Say
why not
She’s got
a lot
Got the thing to excite every guy

Don’t ignore Charlize
Class’s hard-core tease
Flirts with every grin in the room

Say
why not
She’s got
a lot
Got a challenge to find the right groom

Check out sultry Leeta
Prowling like a cheetah
Smiling for the first time this year

Hey say
why not
She’s got
a lot
Got the chance to let go of her fear

Girls
goin’
to
the
Prom
Puttin’
fancy
fashion
on

An
incredible
night
in
the
sparkle,
glitter,
spotlight

There is teacher Peggy
She is going steady
On her man like hot-sticky glue

Say
why not
She’s got
a lot
Got the DNA to make her so true

Then of course there’s Tina
Best we’ve ever seen her
Swapped the sweats for ruby-red dress

Say
why not
She’s got
a lot
Got the glam that is sure to impress

All the girls in town
Rockin’ out their gowns
High School’s biggest night of the year

Hey
why not
They’ve got
a lot
Got a chance to get it on for their peers

Girls
goin’
to
the
prom
Puttin’
fancy
fashion
on

An
incredible
night
in
the
sparkle,
glitter,
spotlight

Say
why not
Give all that
you’ve got

An
incredible
night
in
the
sparkle,
glitter,
spotlight

Say
why not
Give all that
you’ve got

An
incredible
night
in
the
sparkle,
glitter,
spotlight

Hey
why not
Give all that
you’ve got

An
incredible
night
in
the
sparkle,
glitter,
spotlight

Sparkle, glitter, spotlight
Sparkle, glitter, spotlight
Sparkle, glitter, spotlight
Sparkle, glitter, spotlight
Sparkle, glitter, spotlight

Spotlight

It was five before midnight
when she stepped off the bus
She pulled back her hair
and shouldered her purse
The welcoming committee
a thousand cicadas
On a southern humid night
in County Los Vardos

She stayed at a Red Roof
across from the bus stop
Breakfast was pancakes
over at IHOP
She rented a Buick
later that morn
Grace was headed for Wyatt
where she believed she was born

What do you do
when every clue
leads you further astray
puts obstacles right in the way
Officially that’s when we say
you’re six ways from Sunday:
One goes the wrong way
Two makes no sense to stay
Three’s a kinda grey day
Four you’re not OK
Five feels like come what may
Six says try a new play

Adopted at birth
she was seeking her mother
Research also hinted
there might be a brother
Pressing the doorbell
offered silent response
When she checked around back
she knew all at once

‘Cause there on a chair
slept her giver of breath
When the woman awoke
Grace saw she was deaf
Paper and pen were then
tearfully produced
A mother and daughter
at last introduced

What do you do
when every clue
leads you further astray
puts obstacles right in the way
Officially that’s when we say
you’re six ways from Sunday:
One goes the wrong way
Two makes no sense to stay
Three’s a kinda grey day
Four you’re not OK
Five feels like come what may
Six says try a new play

Rape of a teenager
was the start of the crime
A young foster family
was waiting in line
There was a half brother
turns out lived close by
When Grace met his children
their hugs made her cry

So Grace found her family
though the journey was long
She wouldn’t change a thing
now feels she belongs
Vacations down in Wyatt
gets treated real fine
After taking night classes
she has learned how to sign

What do you do
when every clue
leads you further astray
puts obstacles right in the way
Officially that’s when we say
you’re six ways from Sunday:
One goes the wrong way
Two makes no sense to stay
Three’s a kinda grey day
Four you’re not OK
Five feels like come what may
Six says try a new play

Six Ways From Sunday


Latest Uploads

copyright 2020 dalekiddlyrics.com


INTRO----------------------------------
What kind of wind are you my friend
that knocks me off my feet?
What kind of foe like you intends
to put me in retreat?

Here’s what I think, and I’ll unload
let’s see if you agree
There’s a reservation down the road
that’s saved for you, not me

It’s a bad guy’s game
yeh, a bad guy’s game

V1-------------------------------------------
You say my future looks real bleak
are you now clairvoyant?
You blow cigar smoke in my face
'n' think that you’re flamboyant

CHORUS-----------------------------------
Every thought can be better than past
Every heart can be bigger than last
Every act feels greater when asked
But, every evil will destroy it real fast

V2--------------------------------------------
If you were me and I were you
would we talk or would we ramble?
What’s the chance we’d get along?
go ahead 'n' take a gamble

CHORUS-----------------------------------
Every thought can be better than past
Every heart can be bigger than last
Every act feels greater when asked
But, every evil will destroy it real fast

BRIDGE------------------------------------
When there’s no one to blame
and no one to frame
They’ll find someone to shame
that’s a bad guy’s game

It’s a bad guy’s game
yeh a bad guy’s game
It’s a bad guy’s game
yeh a bad guy’s game

V3--------------------------------------------
I won’t look back, what’s gone is gone
grab the future like a rope
So move along out from my gaze
live kindness out of hope

CHORUS-----------------------------------
Every thought can be better than past
Every heart can be bigger than last
Every act feels greater when asked
But, every evil will destroy it real fast

OUTRO--------------------------------------
A bad guy’s game it’s always the same
to knock you off your feet
Then spread the word on blame
to force your fast retreat

Here’s what I think, and I’ll unload
let’s see if you agree
There’s a reservation down the road
that’s saved for you, not me

It’s a bad guy’s game
yeh, a bad guy’s game

A Bad Guy's Game

Copyright 2020 by Dale Kidd.
All rights reserved.


Look at slim-bored Maisy
She’s rock’n’roll crazy
Rules the dance floor like a fired-up troll

I say
why not
She’s got
a lot
Got the music deep down in her soul

You won’t forget Kelly
Works nights at the deli
When she moves she grabs every eye

Say
why not
She’s got
a lot
Got the thing to excite every guy

Don’t ignore Charlize
Class’s hard-core tease
Flirts with every grin in the room

Say
why not
She’s got
a lot
Got a challenge to find the right groom

Check out sultry Leeta
Prowling like a cheetah
Smiling for the first time this year

Hey say
why not
She’s got
a lot
Got the chance to let go of her fear

Girls
goin’
to
the
Prom
Puttin’
fancy
fashion
on

An
incredible
night
in
the
sparkle,
glitter,
spotlight

There is teacher Peggy
She is going steady
On her man like hot-sticky glue

Say
why not
She’s got
a lot
Got the DNA to make her so true

Then of course there’s Tina
Best we’ve ever seen her
Swapped the sweats for ruby-red dress

Say
why not
She’s got
a lot
Got the glam that is sure to impress

All the girls in town
Rockin’ out their gowns
High School’s biggest night of the year

Hey
why not
They’ve got
a lot
Got a chance to get it on for their peers

Girls
goin’
to
the
prom
Puttin’
fancy
fashion
on

An
incredible
night
in
the
sparkle,
glitter,
spotlight

Say
why not
Give all that
you’ve got

An
incredible
night
in
the
sparkle,
glitter,
spotlight

Say
why not
Give all that
you’ve got

An
incredible
night
in
the
sparkle,
glitter,
spotlight

Hey
why not
Give all that
you’ve got

An
incredible
night
in
the
sparkle,
glitter,
spotlight

Sparkle, glitter, spotlight
Sparkle, glitter, spotlight
Sparkle, glitter, spotlight
Sparkle, glitter, spotlight
Sparkle, glitter, spotlight

Spotlight

It was five before midnight
when she stepped off the bus
She pulled back her hair
and shouldered her purse
The welcoming committee
a thousand cicadas
On a southern humid night
in County Los Vardos

She stayed at a Red Roof
across from the bus stop
Breakfast was pancakes
over at IHOP
She rented a Buick
later that morn
Grace was headed for Wyatt
where she believed she was born

What do you do
when every clue
leads you further astray
puts obstacles right in the way
Officially that’s when we say
you’re six ways from Sunday:
One goes the wrong way
Two makes no sense to stay
Three’s a kinda grey day
Four you’re not OK
Five feels like come what may
Six says try a new play

Adopted at birth
she was seeking her mother
Research also hinted
there might be a brother
Pressing the doorbell
offered silent response
When she checked around back
she knew all at once

‘Cause there on a chair
slept her giver of breath
When the woman awoke
Grace saw she was deaf
Paper and pen were then
tearfully produced
A mother and daughter
at last introduced

What do you do
when every clue
leads you further astray
puts obstacles right in the way
Officially that’s when we say
you’re six ways from Sunday:
One goes the wrong way
Two makes no sense to stay
Three’s a kinda grey day
Four you’re not OK
Five feels like come what may
Six says try a new play

Rape of a teenager
was the start of the crime
A young foster family
was waiting in line
There was a half brother
turns out lived close by
When Grace met his children
their hugs made her cry

So Grace found her family
though the journey was long
She wouldn’t change a thing
now feels she belongs
Vacations down in Wyatt
gets treated real fine
After taking night classes
she has learned how to sign

What do you do
when every clue
leads you further astray
puts obstacles right in the way
Officially that’s when we say
you’re six ways from Sunday:
One goes the wrong way
Two makes no sense to stay
Three’s a kinda grey day
Four you’re not OK
Five feels like come what may
Six says try a new play

Six Ways From Sunday

There was screaming up the hillside
There were sirens outside town
There was weeping by the poolside
There was murder going down

Cops found tire tracks in the foothills
And a pick axe near a bench
There was blood upon the Jeep grilles
Crows attracted by the stench

And where are the angels?
Where are the doves?
Maybe a voice of reason
Calling from above

Three bodies were discovered
They were father, mother, son
And the reason was uncovered
Drugged up hate for everyone

Judge Johnson primed the jury
“Keep your focus on the facts”
Closing statements came in early
Suspect’s prints were on the axe

So stand up you angels
Let’s hear it from you doves
We need the push of reason
Demonstrating love

Words exchanged in the parkade
Rival families spilled out hate
Victims’ uncle drew a slim blade
County cops showed up too late

Endless feuding, useless grieving
Pointless killing, hopeless ways
Pack the U-haul we are leaving
Heading north for cooler days

So hold on you angels
Take stock young doves
Save your justice and reason
For all those who love

Got that you angels?
You too young doves?
Injustice destroys reason
For all those who love

The world needs you angels
And you too young doves
To show justice and reason
For all those who love

So come on you angels
Come on young doves
Be proud of your reason
For all those who love

For All Those Who Love (Where Are The Angels?)

On a day in the year of 1604
in a tavern once known as The Bark
A man walked in through its salt wood door
and sat down in the corner that was dark

Half an hour later as he sipped on an ale
while clouds made the sky turn grim
A lady and a sailor stepped in from the gale
and sat down on either side of him

“What is your name,” the Lady inquired
of the man with the Galilee cross
“Pilgrim will do,” his answer seemed tired
“State your business or be it your loss”

“I will,” came the words from under her hood
while the sailor gave never a murmur
“I have a crew and a ship that will float
I’m in need of a captain to sail her”

“Not me,” his reply quickly came free
his knuckles pressed white on the table
“The last time I took a vessel to sea
I wished I had never been able”

“For on my return being to my love bound
with hope in my heart that we’d wed
I learned on the wharf that my lover had drowned
and lay somewhere on the seabed”

Only the sailor began to shift slowly
while the Lady just gazed into space
“What was her name?” she mumbled just barely
not daring to look at his face

“I called her my Lady,” replied the sad Pilgrim
as outside the waves they did heave
“That is what I was called by him,”
she said warily touching his sleeve

He lifted his head as a ship does her bow
until the whites of his eyes came to life
Then he suddenly parted the curls on her brow
saying, “You were sworn as my wife”

But just then the thunder burst open the sky
as the ocean burst open the quay
And the waves were almost twenty high
pounding down on The Bark and the three

Only one appeared next morn on the shore
it was the sailor still searching the rubble
But the bodies for burial were there no more
because the ocean had saved him the trouble

He cried and prayed and then he set sail
entering Dublin town by boat
Where later in an inn he told me this tale
and for you these words I wrote

But before I end, the tales incomplete
though Pilgrim and Lady lived love’s strife
Since the sailor’s last words were I’ll repeat
“The Lady who died was my wife”

Ballad of the Pilgrim, the Lady and the Sailor

My Old Guitar
Copyright 2019 by Dale Kidd.
All rights reserved.


I was putting in a window
in my old man’s summer house
When along came my girlfriend
in her fancy, gypsy blouse

Saying “Friends are going sailing!
You want to come along?”
I grabbed my trusted six string
In case I’d sing a song

We drove the South Shore Highway
letting every fast car pass
Then pulled into a Wilson’s
to fill up on octane gas

I’m quietly pumping number six
when this dude pulls out a gun
“Be cool! No words!” he says to me
“The wheel’s mine when you’re done!”

“Hey man I do have one request
before you steal my car
Could I just reach inside the trunk
and grab my old guitar?”

The thief shot me a sideways glance
Then settled in my seat
Leaving Jen and me just standing
on that lonely, country street

Well buddy took off down the road
like a scalded cat on crack
Who knows he could be strumming now
In some hidden, backwoods shack

But mister, if you’re hearing this
While joy riding in my car
Please do the right thing buddy
and return my old guitar

Six years have gone since that grey day
and Jen is now my wife
We never bought a car again
but Max completes our life

Hold on my friends there’s more to tell
the story’s incomplete
I saw the guy who took my car
while strolling Quinpool Street

His walk was printed in my mind
His face was forged there too
“Remember me” I said out loud
“You stole my car! It’s you!”

He shot me out that sideways glance
then turned, his move was slow
“Hold on bud!” I spoke again
“Where’d my six string go?”

He stopped and stared right into me
his eyes were full of shame
“I’ve done time for my mistakes
and I accept the blame.”

“Guitar?” I asked a final time
as shoppers went their way
“I gave it to a homeless kid
who plays downtown each day.”

Spring arrived, Saint Patrick’s Day
light snow lay on the track
Jen and I went to a show
then took a shortcut back

Arm in arm we crossed the street
but the turn we made was wrong 
Then I could hear a drifting tune
a favourite Dylan song

When I got close I saw this kid
lean-faced with a ragged scar
And playing sweetly in his hands
was my trusted, old guitar

The sound was to appreciate
he delivered it with heart
And I was glad my old six string
could play a special part

When he was done we clapped a lot
and added to his hat
He bowed in thanks then gave a grin
and basically that was that

Now before you think it’s over
there’s a moral here to find
Let go of your possessions
they’re meant for all mankind

My old six string was no big thing
and neither was the car
As I sit here in front of you
with a trusted new guitar

My Old Guitar

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copyright 2020 dalekiddlyrics.com


INTRO----------------------------------
What kind of wind are you my friend
that knocks me off my feet?
What kind of foe like you intends
to put me in retreat?

Here’s what I think, and I’ll unload
let’s see if you agree
There’s a reservation down the road
that’s saved for you, not me

It’s a bad guy’s game
yeh, a bad guy’s game

V1-------------------------------------------
You say my future looks real bleak
are you now clairvoyant?
You blow cigar smoke in my face
'n' think that you’re flamboyant

CHORUS-----------------------------------
Every thought can be better than past
Every heart can be bigger than last
Every act feels greater when asked
But, every evil will destroy it real fast

V2--------------------------------------------
If you were me and I were you
would we talk or would we ramble?
What’s the chance we’d get along?
go ahead 'n' take a gamble

CHORUS-----------------------------------
Every thought can be better than past
Every heart can be bigger than last
Every act feels greater when asked
But, every evil will destroy it real fast

BRIDGE------------------------------------
When there’s no one to blame
and no one to frame
They’ll find someone to shame
that’s a bad guy’s game

It’s a bad guy’s game
yeh a bad guy’s game
It’s a bad guy’s game
yeh a bad guy’s game

V3--------------------------------------------
I won’t look back, what’s gone is gone
grab the future like a rope
So move along out from my gaze
live kindness out of hope

CHORUS-----------------------------------
Every thought can be better than past
Every heart can be bigger than last
Every act feels greater when asked
But, every evil will destroy it real fast

OUTRO--------------------------------------
A bad guy’s game it’s always the same
to knock you off your feet
Then spread the word on blame
to force your fast retreat

Here’s what I think, and I’ll unload
let’s see if you agree
There’s a reservation down the road
that’s saved for you, not me

It’s a bad guy’s game
yeh, a bad guy’s game

A Bad Guy's Game

Copyright 2020 by Dale Kidd.
All rights reserved.


Look at slim-bored Maisy
She’s rock’n’roll crazy
Rules the dance floor like a fired-up troll

I say
why not
She’s got
a lot
Got the music deep down in her soul

You won’t forget Kelly
Works nights at the deli
When she moves she grabs every eye

Say
why not
She’s got
a lot
Got the thing to excite every guy

Don’t ignore Charlize
Class’s hard-core tease
Flirts with every grin in the room

Say
why not
She’s got
a lot
Got a challenge to find the right groom

Check out sultry Leeta
Prowling like a cheetah
Smiling for the first time this year

Hey say
why not
She’s got
a lot
Got the chance to let go of her fear

Girls
goin’
to
the
Prom
Puttin’
fancy
fashion
on

An
incredible
night
in
the
sparkle,
glitter,
spotlight

There is teacher Peggy
She is going steady
On her man like hot-sticky glue

Say
why not
She’s got
a lot
Got the DNA to make her so true

Then of course there’s Tina
Best we’ve ever seen her
Swapped the sweats for ruby-red dress

Say
why not
She’s got
a lot
Got the glam that is sure to impress

All the girls in town
Rockin’ out their gowns
High School’s biggest night of the year

Hey
why not
They’ve got
a lot
Got a chance to get it on for their peers

Girls
goin’
to
the
prom
Puttin’
fancy
fashion
on

An
incredible
night
in
the
sparkle,
glitter,
spotlight

Say
why not
Give all that
you’ve got

An
incredible
night
in
the
sparkle,
glitter,
spotlight

Say
why not
Give all that
you’ve got

An
incredible
night
in
the
sparkle,
glitter,
spotlight

Hey
why not
Give all that
you’ve got

An
incredible
night
in
the
sparkle,
glitter,
spotlight

Sparkle, glitter, spotlight
Sparkle, glitter, spotlight
Sparkle, glitter, spotlight
Sparkle, glitter, spotlight
Sparkle, glitter, spotlight

Spotlight

It was five before midnight
when she stepped off the bus
She pulled back her hair
and shouldered her purse
The welcoming committee
a thousand cicadas
On a southern humid night
in County Los Vardos

She stayed at a Red Roof
across from the bus stop
Breakfast was pancakes
over at IHOP
She rented a Buick
later that morn
Grace was headed for Wyatt
where she believed she was born

What do you do
when every clue
leads you further astray
puts obstacles right in the way
Officially that’s when we say
you’re six ways from Sunday:
One goes the wrong way
Two makes no sense to stay
Three’s a kinda grey day
Four you’re not OK
Five feels like come what may
Six says try a new play

Adopted at birth
she was seeking her mother
Research also hinted
there might be a brother
Pressing the doorbell
offered silent response
When she checked around back
she knew all at once

‘Cause there on a chair
slept her giver of breath
When the woman awoke
Grace saw she was deaf
Paper and pen were then
tearfully produced
A mother and daughter
at last introduced

What do you do
when every clue
leads you further astray
puts obstacles right in the way
Officially that’s when we say
you’re six ways from Sunday:
One goes the wrong way
Two makes no sense to stay
Three’s a kinda grey day
Four you’re not OK
Five feels like come what may
Six says try a new play

Rape of a teenager
was the start of the crime
A young foster family
was waiting in line
There was a half brother
turns out lived close by
When Grace met his children
their hugs made her cry

So Grace found her family
though the journey was long
She wouldn’t change a thing
now feels she belongs
Vacations down in Wyatt
gets treated real fine
After taking night classes
she has learned how to sign

What do you do
when every clue
leads you further astray
puts obstacles right in the way
Officially that’s when we say
you’re six ways from Sunday:
One goes the wrong way
Two makes no sense to stay
Three’s a kinda grey day
Four you’re not OK
Five feels like come what may
Six says try a new play

Six Ways From Sunday

There was screaming up the hillside
There were sirens outside town
There was weeping by the poolside
There was murder going down

Cops found tire tracks in the foothills
And a pick axe near a bench
There was blood upon the Jeep grilles
Crows attracted by the stench

And where are the angels?
Where are the doves?
Maybe a voice of reason
Calling from above

Three bodies were discovered
They were father, mother, son
And the reason was uncovered
Drugged up hate for everyone

Judge Johnson primed the jury
“Keep your focus on the facts”
Closing statements came in early
Suspect’s prints were on the axe

So stand up you angels
Let’s hear it from you doves
We need the push of reason
Demonstrating love

Words exchanged in the parkade
Rival families spilled out hate
Victims’ uncle drew a slim blade
County cops showed up too late

Endless feuding, useless grieving
Pointless killing, hopeless ways
Pack the U-haul we are leaving
Heading north for cooler days

So hold on you angels
Take stock young doves
Save your justice and reason
For all those who love

Got that you angels?
You too young doves?
Injustice destroys reason
For all those who love

The world needs you angels
And you too young doves
To show justice and reason
For all those who love

So come on you angels
Come on young doves
Be proud of your reason
For all those who love

For All Those Who Love (Where Are The Angels?)

On a day in the year of 1604
in a tavern once known as The Bark
A man walked in through its salt wood door
and sat down in the corner that was dark

Half an hour later as he sipped on an ale
while clouds made the sky turn grim
A lady and a sailor stepped in from the gale
and sat down on either side of him

“What is your name,” the Lady inquired
of the man with the Galilee cross
“Pilgrim will do,” his answer seemed tired
“State your business or be it your loss”

“I will,” came the words from under her hood
while the sailor gave never a murmur
“I have a crew and a ship that will float
I’m in need of a captain to sail her”

“Not me,” his reply quickly came free
his knuckles pressed white on the table
“The last time I took a vessel to sea
I wished I had never been able”

“For on my return being to my love bound
with hope in my heart that we’d wed
I learned on the wharf that my lover had drowned
and lay somewhere on the seabed”

Only the sailor began to shift slowly
while the Lady just gazed into space
“What was her name?” she mumbled just barely
not daring to look at his face

“I called her my Lady,” replied the sad Pilgrim
as outside the waves they did heave
“That is what I was called by him,”
she said warily touching his sleeve

He lifted his head as a ship does her bow
until the whites of his eyes came to life
Then he suddenly parted the curls on her brow
saying, “You were sworn as my wife”

But just then the thunder burst open the sky
as the ocean burst open the quay
And the waves were almost twenty high
pounding down on The Bark and the three

Only one appeared next morn on the shore
it was the sailor still searching the rubble
But the bodies for burial were there no more
because the ocean had saved him the trouble

He cried and prayed and then he set sail
entering Dublin town by boat
Where later in an inn he told me this tale
and for you these words I wrote

But before I end, the tales incomplete
though Pilgrim and Lady lived love’s strife
Since the sailor’s last words were I’ll repeat
“The Lady who died was my wife”

Ballad of the Pilgrim, the Lady and the Sailor

My Old Guitar
Copyright 2019 by Dale Kidd.
All rights reserved.


I was putting in a window
in my old man’s summer house
When along came my girlfriend
in her fancy, gypsy blouse

Saying “Friends are going sailing!
You want to come along?”
I grabbed my trusted six string
In case I’d sing a song

We drove the South Shore Highway
letting every fast car pass
Then pulled into a Wilson’s
to fill up on octane gas

I’m quietly pumping number six
when this dude pulls out a gun
“Be cool! No words!” he says to me
“The wheel’s mine when you’re done!”

“Hey man I do have one request
before you steal my car
Could I just reach inside the trunk
and grab my old guitar?”

The thief shot me a sideways glance
Then settled in my seat
Leaving Jen and me just standing
on that lonely, country street

Well buddy took off down the road
like a scalded cat on crack
Who knows he could be strumming now
In some hidden, backwoods shack

But mister, if you’re hearing this
While joy riding in my car
Please do the right thing buddy
and return my old guitar

Six years have gone since that grey day
and Jen is now my wife
We never bought a car again
but Max completes our life

Hold on my friends there’s more to tell
the story’s incomplete
I saw the guy who took my car
while strolling Quinpool Street

His walk was printed in my mind
His face was forged there too
“Remember me” I said out loud
“You stole my car! It’s you!”

He shot me out that sideways glance
then turned, his move was slow
“Hold on bud!” I spoke again
“Where’d my six string go?”

He stopped and stared right into me
his eyes were full of shame
“I’ve done time for my mistakes
and I accept the blame.”

“Guitar?” I asked a final time
as shoppers went their way
“I gave it to a homeless kid
who plays downtown each day.”

Spring arrived, Saint Patrick’s Day
light snow lay on the track
Jen and I went to a show
then took a shortcut back

Arm in arm we crossed the street
but the turn we made was wrong 
Then I could hear a drifting tune
a favourite Dylan song

When I got close I saw this kid
lean-faced with a ragged scar
And playing sweetly in his hands
was my trusted, old guitar

The sound was to appreciate
he delivered it with heart
And I was glad my old six string
could play a special part

When he was done we clapped a lot
and added to his hat
He bowed in thanks then gave a grin
and basically that was that

Now before you think it’s over
there’s a moral here to find
Let go of your possessions
they’re meant for all mankind

My old six string was no big thing
and neither was the car
As I sit here in front of you
with a trusted new guitar

My Old Guitar


About Me

Bio

Dale Kidd was born in the UK and now lives in Canada. His lyrics tell stories of everyday people. The wide ranging sentiments span from the humorous to the serious. His work is full of music and endearing imagery. His wording is direct with unmistakable rhyme and rhythm.

CV/History

Dale Kidd has worked as an English teacher, writer and editor for several years. His novel ‘Sacrificing Sticks’ was first published in 2012.

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