Kyle Thompson

Kyle Thompson

BandAmericanaFolk

Americana and folk in spirit.

Biography

Influences...Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash, Steve Earle, Bruce Springsteen, Tom Waits, Hank Williams. Simple singersongwriter styled tunes that pack a lyrical punch would best describe my songs. Story teller stuff...

In 2005 I released "From The Fields" a CD dedicated to the preservation of America's Civil War Battlefields.
What made the CD unique was I recorded the songs on location (actually on the battlefields) instead of in a studio, where I was surrounded by the spirits of those who fought and died there.

My story...good lord.

I was diagnosed with ALS 8 years ago and I am still kickin'...music and writing are an outlet for me. I would love to get the good tunes out there for others to play!

Lyrics

The Luckiest Man Alive

Written By: Kyle Thompson


The Luckiest Man Alive

*A Tribute To Lou Gehrig*

DOWN THE TUNNEL, TO THE FIELD OF LIGHT
THIS AIN’T NO GAME TODAY THIS IS MY LIFE
TO BE CUT DOWN IN MY PRIME
WAY BEFORE MY TIME
STILL I FEEL THAT I’M, THE LUCKIEST MAN ALIVE

WELL I GUESS THAT I’VE BEEN DELT A FEW HARD BREAKS
SEEMS THAT EVERYTHING THE GOOD LORD GIVES HE TAKES
AND IT’S TRUE…IT AIN’T NO LIE
I’VE BEEN TOLD IT’S TIME TO DIE
STILL I FEEL THAT I’M, THE LUCKIEST MAN ALIVE

TO THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE COME TO SAY GOODBYE
DON’T YOU MIND AS I HANG MY HEAD AND CRY…
BECAUSE AS I STAND HERE TODAY
I HAVE BUT ONE THING TO SAY…
TODAY I AM THE LUCKIEST MAN ALIVE

DOWN THE TUNNEL, TO THE FIELD OF LIGHT
TODAY I AM THE LUCKIEST MAN ALIVE

A Miner's Remembrance

Written By: Kyle Thompson

A MINERS REMEMBRANCE
(by Kyle Thompson)

I BEEN 10,000 MILES DOWN THE THROAT OF A MINE
I BEEN SWALLOWED BY THE ROCK
AND THE COAL DUST OF TIME...
DEEP DOWN THE SHAFT THE AIR MAKES YOU SICK
AND IT'S TWELVE DAYS A WEEK
ON A SHOVEL OR A PICK.

ALL OUR FACES WEAR THE SAME GRIM....
FROM FAR AWAY PLACES
WE CAME ON THE WIND
CAUSE THE NEWS SPREAD FAST
THERE'S WORK AND THERE'S PAY
FOR ANYONE WILLIN' TO MAKE THE COAL MINE THEIR GRAVE.

DOWN BELOW YOU FORGET THAT ABOVE IS BLUE SKY
AND YOU DIG THROUGH THE DARKNESS OF THE COAL
UNTIL YOU DIE....
THIS MINERS REMEMBRANCE IS COVERED WITH DUST
BURIED 'NEITH THE SHALE AND COPPER'D WITH RUST.

WELL YOU'RE DOWN INTO THE COAL BEFORE THE DAWNS LIGHT
AND BACK HOME IN THE SHADOWS OF A FULL MOON NIGHT
WHEN YOUR HEAD HITS THE PILLOW THERE'S NO TIME TO DREAM
WITH 500 BILLION TONS OF COAL TO MINE FROM THE SEAM.

DOWN BELOW YOU FORGET THAT ABOVE IS BLUE SKY
AND YOU DIG THROUGH THE DARKNESS OF THE COAL
UNTIL YOU DIE...
THIS MINERS REMEMBRANCE IS COVERED WITH DUST
BURIED 'NEITH THE SHALE AND COPPER'D WITH RUST.

EVERY DAY IS THE SAME ...UP THE MOUNTAIN YOU CLIMB
AND YOU DYNAMITE AND PICKAXE THE FOSSIL OF TIME
BUT THEN TIME DISAPPEARS LIKE THE COAL AND YOU KNOW...
WITHOUT A HOLE IN THE GROUND YOU GOT NOWHERE TO GO.

AND DOWN BELOW YOU FORGET THAT ABOVE IS BLUE SKY
AND YOU DIG THROUGH THE DARKNESS OF THE COAL
AND WHEN YOU DIE....
ALL YOUR REMEMBRANCE....
ALL THAT YOU'RE WORTH.....
IS NAILED INTO A COFFIN AND COVERED WITH EARTH.

A Dead Man's Ballad

Written By: Kyle Thompson

A DEADMANS’ BALLAD

(By Kyle Thompson)

I GOT ONE THING TO SAY…
BEFORE I PASS AWAY…
AND THE DARKNESS SWALLOWS ME WHOLE.

TO ALL OF YOU…
LIVING LIKE YOU DO…
BETTER LISTEN TO THAT CHURCH BELL TOLL.

I NEVER THOUGHT THIS MOMENT
WOULD COME SO SOON…
YOU BETTER BRUSH SOME BLOOD UPON YOUR DOOR.

AND LOOK NO FURTHER…
THAN WHERE I LAY TODAY…
JUST REMEMBER WHAT YOUR LIVIN FOR!

CAUSE NOTHIN’ IS WORTH THE PRICE OF YOUR SOUL…
NOT THE MONEY YOU EARNED…
AND NOT THE MONEY YOU STOLE…

THERE’S NOT A GOD DAMNED THING
THAT’S WORTH THE PRICE YOU HAVE TO PAY…
WHEN THEY LAY YOU DOWN FOREVER…
FOREVER IN YOUR GRAVE.

I’VE GOT ONE THING TO SAY…
BEFORE THEY CARRY ME AWAY…
AND THEY PUT ME IN THE EARTH FOREVER MORE…

LOOK NO FURTHER…
THAN WHERE I LAY TODAY…
THERE’S A LESSON TO BE LEARNED FOR SURE.

CAUSE NOTHIN’ IS WORTH THE PRICE OF YOUR SOUL…
NOT THE MONEY YOU EARNED…
AND NOT THE MONEY YOU STOLE…

THERE’S NOT A GOD DAMNED THING
THAT’S WORTH THE PRICE YOU HAVE TO PAY…
WHEN THEY LAY YOU DOWN FOREVER…
FOREVER IN YOUR GRAVE

WHEN THEY LAY YOU DOWN FOREVER…
FOREVER IN THE GRAVE

GONNA LAY YOU DOWN FOREVER…
FOREVER IN THE GRAVE

Heaven And Hell

Written By: Kyle Thompson


HEAVEN AND HELL…

(by Kyle Thompson)

JOHN ROAMED THE DOCKS AROUND CANNERY ROW…
…GUESS HE HAD NO BETTER PLACE HE COULD GO…
‘CEPT SALINAS…IN A BOXCAR OF LETTUCE…LIKE A HOBO…

RISIN’ AND RUNNIN’ AND DRUNK WITH THE TIDE…
DREAMIN’ AS SEAGULLS FLEW HIGH IN HIS MIND…
THERE WERE SAILORS…THERE WERE HOOKERS…AND PISANOS…

THERE WERE TALL PINES…GRAPEVINES…AND COASTLINES…
FLOODTIDES…DUSTBOWLS…AND DRY WELLS…
THERE WERE GOODTIMES…THERE WERE BADTIMES…
IT WAS HEAVEN…AND IT WAS HELL…

SOMETIMES HE FELT HE’D BE SAFE IF HE WROTE…
‘BOUT HUMAN NATURES’ BIG EVIL COAT…
IN A T-SHIRT…OR A SWEATER…IN THE WINTER…

SOMETIMES HE THOUGHT HE WOULD NEVER BE FREE…
FROM ALL THE PAIN THE LORD BLESSED UPON WE…
IN THE TEMPEST…OF OUR OWN LIVES…SEEKING SAVIORS…

RISIN’ AND RUNNIN’ JUST AHEAD OF THE TIDE
WALKING THE STREETS WHERE THE CASTAWAYS HIDE…
IN THE CAFÉ’S…IN THE ALLEYS…IN THE SHADOWS…

THERE WERE TALL PINES…GRAPEVINES…AND COASTLINES…
FLOODTIDES…DUSTBOWLS…AND DRY WELLS…
THERE WERE GOODTIMES…THERE WERE BAD TIMES…
IT WAS HEAVEN…AND IT WAS HELL…

JOHN ROAMED THE DOCKS AROUND CANNERY ROW..
…GUESS HE HAD NO BETTER PLACE HE COULD GO…
‘CEPT SALINAS…IN A BOXCAR OF LETTUCE…LIKE A HOBO…

Into The Wind

Written By: Kyle Thompson

INTO THE WIND
By Kyle Thompson

WHEN I DIE…DON’T BURY ME…
SCATTER ME INTO THE WIND…
RAISE MY BODY…AND KISS ME GOODBYE…
UNTIL THE DAY…I WILL LOVE YOU AGAIN

WHEN I DIE…DON’T BURY ME…
DOWN INTO THE COLD HARD GROUND…
TO LEAVE ME TO LIE…ALONE IN A GRAVE…
AS THE WORLD TURNS AROUND AND AROUND

WHEN I DIE…DON’T BURY ME…
BURN MY REMAINS AND A SONG…
AND TAKE MY ASHES TO THE TOP OF A HILL…
AND LET THE WIND BLOW ME SOFTLY BACK HOME

FOR WHAT IS IN A CASKET…
BUT BONES AND DECAY…
AND WHAT IS A NAME ON A STONE?
TAKE MY ASHES TO THE TOP OF A HILL…
AND LET THE WIND BLOW ME SOFTLY BACK HOME

WHEN I DIE…DON’T BURY ME…
TO ROT IN MY OLD SUNDAY CLOTHES…
DUST MY SOUL TO THE OAKS AND THE PINES…
WHERE THE SMOKE OF THE CIVIL WAR BLOWS

FOR WHAT IS IN A CASKET…
BUT BONES AND DECAY…
AND WHO WAS THE NAME ON THAT STONE?
TAKE MY ASHES TO THE TOP OF A HILL…
AND LET THE WIND BLOW ME SOFTLY BACK HOME…

LET THE WIND BLOW ME SOFTLY BACK HOME…

LET THE WIND BLOW ME SOFTLY… ALONE

The Alamo

Written By: Kyle Thompson

The Alamo

Holed up in the Alamo…no other place to go
Travis drew a line in the sand n’ said
“This is where we’ll make our stand”

I got 190 men…Tejanos n’ Texeans
Davey Crocket down from Tennessee
Come to make a little history…

N’ all the men there made the choice
Free of will and spoken voice
It’s all for one ’til the last breath, boys
There’s only victory or death…

But Santa Anna lay in wait…set the trap
And he snared the bait
3,000 soldiers strong
The Alamo won’t stand long…

So bring the cannon up to bare
Pound away ‘til there’s nothing there
Pass the order high and low
No quarter to the Alamo!

Give them steel and feed them lead
Starve them out ’til the last one’s dead
Santa Anna’s winds will blow…
The smell of death through the Alamo

Well a cold chill came upon the men
And the women n’ children
Round the fires in the night
They think about the comin’ fight

And sing a song from freedoms’ well
When they come to the gates of hell
Take another swig of rum…
And let the devil’s work be done

Sunday of the 13th day
There wasn’t any time to pray
Before the breaking light of the sun
The Alamo…was overrun.

Tombstone Sadie

Written By: Kyle Thompson

Tombstone Sadie

Way out west…’neith a forever sky.
There’s a dust blown minin’ town too tough to die
Where the whiskey flows just like the piano’s song
There’s Tombstone Sadie singin’ along.

All the cowboys and miners would come from afar
Knock the dust off their clothes and belly up to the bar
They’d all take a chance, but no man would win
More than a roll in the hay and a gut full of gin.

And “Sadie…Sadie…Oh Sadie,” they’d say
“Be my sweetheart and I’ll take you away.”
“Tombstone Sadie if you’d be my wife,
I promise I’d love you for all of my life.”

Well she said that she followed the railroads out west
And every “Boom-town” she busted, like eggs in the nest
And every man who ever seen her fell under her spell
N’ down into the bottom of a bottomless well.

And “Sadie…Sadie…Oh Sadie,” they’d say
“Be my sweatheart and let me take you away.”
“Tombstone Sadie if you’d be my wife,
I promise I’ll love you for the rest of my life.”

She met each proposal with a wink and a grin
And then she’d set about part’n her money from them
The fortune she made from the town that she laid
She said was all well worth the price that they paid.

And “Sadie…Sadie…Oh Sadie,” they’d say
“Be my sweatheart and I’ll take you away.”
“Tombstone Sadie if you’d be my wife, well…
I promise I’d love you for all of my life.”< Bridge>

Way out west…’neith a forever sky
There’s a dust blown minin’ town too tough to die
Where the whiskey flows just like the piano song
There’s Tombstone Sadie singin’ along.

Gloucester Men

Written By: Kyle Thompson


Gloucester Men

Come hearty boys to the call of the sea
Like our fathers before us, it’s our destiny
We’re off for ‘The Banks’
Where you’ll labor and learn
That when the fish holds are full…
That is when you’ll return

We’re Gloucester men…the finest kind.
Leave our sweethearts heartbroken
For the nets and the lines
We’re Gloucester men…we drink and we’ll fight
And we leave in the morning
Before the dawns light

It’s down to the harbor when the fair wind blows
When and if we’ll return, not one of us knows.
But a bounty is waiting
‘Neith the birds and the tide
And thousands of men
That have sought it have died.

We’re Gloucester men…the finest kind.
Leave our sweethearts heartbroken
For the nets and the lines
We’re Gloucester men…we drink and we’ll fight
And we leave in the morning
Before the dawns light

And if the Captain is able
And the vessel she’s sound
Well ye’ might strike a fortune
Before runnin’ a ground
It’s a life time of workin’ your fingers to bone
But you don’t seem to mind
When you set sails for home

We’re Gloucester men…the finest kind.
Leave our sweethearts heartbroken
For the nets and the lines
We’re Gloucester men…we drink and we’ll fight
And be gone in the mornin’
Before the dawns light

Belfast

Written By: Kyle Thompson

BELFAST

THEY WERE BOURNE TO THE NORTH PART OF TOWN…
AND IF YOU CROSSED THE LINE SOUTH…
THEY MIGHT SHOOT YOU DOWN…
AND THERE BEING BORN INTO POVERTY…
IS PLANTING THE HATE OF ALL ROYALTY…

AND THE MILITARY MEN THEY COME…
TO KEEP THE PEACE…AND THEN KILL YOUR SON…
SEEMS THAT ‘TIS THE WAY IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN…
IN BELFAST, NORTHERN IRELAND…

THERE IS A YOUNG GIRL I KNOW ON THE SOUTH SIDE OF TOWN…
AND SHE WANDERS THE STREETS…
WITH HER SAD EYES CAST DOWN…
SHE DON’T SEE NOTHIN’ BUT TRASH IN THE GUTTER…
SINCE THE CAR BOMB THAT TOOK BOTH HER DA AND HER MOTHER…

AND THE CASKETS AND MOURNERS PARADE THROUGH THE STREET…
TO SHOW THAT THE DEAD WON’T GO DOWN TO DEFEAT…
AND THE I.R.A.SOLDIERS STARVE RIGHT TO THE BONE…
PLEDGING THEMSELVES TO DEBASING THE THRONE…

BUT IN BUCKINGHAM PALACE YOU CAN’T HEAR THE CRY…
AND YOU CAN’T SEE BEYOND THE COLD WALLS OF A LIE…
THOUGH TRY AS YOU MIGHT…WITH RIFLE AND CLOAK…
YOUR JUSTICE IN ENGLAND…IS ONLY A JOKE…

AND THE CASKETS AND MOURNERS PARADE THROUGH THE STREET…
TO SHOW THAT THE DEAD WON’T GO DOWN TO DEFEAT…
SEEMS THAT ‘TIS THE WAY IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN…
IN BELFAST, NORTHERN IRELAND…

Glory Road

Written By: Kyle Thompson

GLORY ROAD


COME GATHER ROUND BOYS THE ORDER'S COME DOWN
THE WAITING IS OVER IN BIVOUAC TOWN
FILL YOUR HAVERSACK WITH HARDTACK AND POLISH YOUR GUN
WE'LL ROLL WITH THE CAISON AND THE RISE OF THE SUN.
100,000 MEN LINE INTO CORPS
READY FOR KILLIN' AND AN END TO THIS WAR
BUT THERE'S NO YANKEE DOODLE TO LIGHTEN THE LOAD
AS ABRAHAMS' ARMY ROLLS DOWN GLORY ROAD.

WELL THE RIVERS RUN HIGH IN THE EARLY SPRING
BUT FOR THE POTOMAC ARMY THAT DON'T MEAN A THING
AND OL' JOHNNY REB HE DON'T GIVE A DAMN
IF THEY CROSS THE RAPPAHANNOCK OR THE RAPIDAN...
TAKE 100
TAKE 1000....
AND TURN THEM TO BONE.
THEM BOYS OF THE UNION WILL NEVER MARCH HOME
CAUSE ROBERT E. LEE HAS HIS CANNONS PLACED WELL
AND WHEN THE YANKEES COME MARCHIN'
HE'LL BLOW THEM RIGHT BACK TO HELL...

BY THE FIRE OF A MUSKET AND THE LIGHT OF THE MOON
THE VI CORPS CAME DOWN THE OLD PLANK ROAD TOO SOON
AND THE BEAUTIFUL SADNESS OF A WHIPPOORWILLS' CALL
BROUGHT A THUNDER OF CANISTER AND SOLID SHOT BALL.
TAKE 100
TAKE 1000...
AND TURN THEM TO BONE.
THOSE BOYS OF THE UNION WILL NEVER GO HOME
SOME CRIED AS THEY DIED ' DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE’
SOME SAY YOU CAN STILL HEAR THE WILDERNESS MOAN...

WITH THE BODIES OF HORSES AND THE BODIES OF MEN
THAT WERE TORN INTO PIECES BY FOE AND BY FRIEND
SUCH CARNAGE I SWEAR ......NO MAN HAD EVER SEEN
“BOYS THERE'’S NO WAKIN' UP FROM YOUR CIVIL WAR DREAM.”
TAKE 100
TAKE 1000...
AND TURN THEM TO BONE
THEM BOYS OF THE UNION WILL NEVER GO HOME
SOME CRIED AS THEY DIED ' LORD DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE’
SOME SAY IF YOU LISTEN...YOU CAN STILL HEAR THEM MOAN.

Discography

LP _ From The Fields 2005

1) Battle Cry Of Freedom
2) A Letter From Shiloh
3) Glory Road
4) Angel Of The Battlefield
5) Johnny Has Gone For Soldier
6) Vicksburg Lament
7) Gettysburg
8) Lorena
9) Andersonville
10) Shiloh Reprise
11) A Soldier's Diary
12) From The Fields
13) Amazing Grace

Available through I-tunes and CD Baby. Sample music available at www.kylethompsonmusic.com

Set List

On the rare occasion that I play somewhere it is usually only for a few songs...though when I am feeling good I can play for hours. I have about 60 songs that I have written and can cover at least 10 times that amount.