Dale works a long day, oh my friend, a long day.
His car is broken down, his head is like a wild playground.
Poor ******* lost his son last year, he crept out late, came across a man who put a gun to his innocent face.
Buddy runs a diner downtown, don't know how the hell he pulls it off.
It's way passed sundown, Dales hands are bruised to the bone, surprised the guy hasn't had a meltdown.
Mary says he has a heart of gold, but the babies face is cold ******.
His wife left him a decade ago, boy must've gone through a crusade.
Keeps in his thoughts, babe your drowning so deep.
He serves food and drinks, breaking dishes in the kitchen sinks.
Some days he doesn't show up because of the pain.
Rain pours from his crying eyes, babe its gotta be terrifying, losing yourself each day.
I'm just a single woman making my way, I can't help but feel the same.
My heart sinks when we meet, baby your vibe is contagious.
Just a poor man who lost everything, you exhaust your heart like burning flames.
Calm down honey, I can describe you in many different ways.
A locked door who buried his key, a helpless goldfish begging to be free.
Those puppy dog blues, get me every **** time.
You hand me a plate of french fries, I push them aside.
I wanna get close to you, but I guess I'm afraid to.
Baby when was the last time you got laid? You can't leave your bed sheets bitter and raw.
Dale I could love all your flaws, but I fear I'm too late.
Somethings already got you, and its out of my hands.
He serves food and drinks, breaking dishes in the kitchen sinks.
Some days he doesn't show up because of the pain.
Rain pours from his crying eyes, babe its gotta be terrifying, losing yourself each day.
I'm just a single woman making my way, I can't help but feel the same.
My heart sinks when we meet, baby your vibe is contagious.
Just a poor man who lost everything, you exhaust your heart like burning flames.
Dale made the news Friday night, shot a man in cold blood.
I watched, eyes transfixed like I was breathing in a flood.
I wanted to howl to cry, I could've saved him from this, possibly even his life.
The rest of his time would be spent behind bars, but sadly it wouldn't be for long.
Babe didn't last more than a week, poor ******* got stabbed in his sleep.
Maybe now, he can finally get some peace.
Grasping his sons hand in the flashing light, tears streaming in relief.
Baby could've been mine, but I was too late, and now every Friday I visit his grave.
I love this so much! This was my practice working on a ukulele/guitar themed song. I hoped you enjoyed, please tell me what you think!
