tony kinkade

tony kinkade

 El Paso, Texas, USA
BandCountry

Songwriter, non-performer, of Country, traditional or otherwise, blues.

Biography

I write country,with or without a co-writer. I enjoy traditional country but am pretty versatile and can really get into some of today's upbeat stuff.I started writing back in the early nineties and thought ,listening to radio then, "I could write that bad", found out I sure could!! I have since really put in the time, effort and expense to hone the craft. I feel like I can write with the best of 'em now and I am always looking to grow and explore new ideas and methods. I think if you quit learning you quit period.

Lyrics

"The Midnight Wind"

Written By: Tony Kinkade

THE MIDNIGHT WIND

I wonder why the gypsy
That whispers to my soul
Won’t let me find a home
Like a fire out on the plains
I burn with no control
Lightning strikes, you can bet I’m gonna roll

I’m leaving on the midnight wind
Leaving, and won’t be back again
You know,I thought I could stay
But, it’s not meant to be
The midnight wind, she won’t set me free

I come by it honest
If the truth be known
My family tree is filled with rolling stones
The rabbit in my veins
Thinks the day is made to run
And tomorrow’s always riding on my thumb

CHORUS

The sun on your porch keeps me warm
Still, I long for the comfort
Of the coming storm…,

CHORUS

"TAKE THE SHOT"

Written By: Tony Kinkade, Terry Bullard

“TAKE THE SHOT”
Sammy told Rick, “Down at the shop
There’s a safe that won’t quite lock,
Tell me, are you in?”
The story begins
Ricky heard him out and said, “Let’s go”
Where it might end, they didn’t know
But they were friends
Through thick and thin
Only two paths and they had to choose
But they were down to nothing to lose…,

CHORUS
Take the shot, take the shot
Ain’t got nothin’ except what you got
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
It might hurt a little but it’s only pain
Steady hand and nerves of steel
It’s not really living if it’s not real
Tomorrow might come, who knows,
It might not
You better take the shot

Fifty-grand later they were on the run
Heading out west, gonna have some fun
Spend every dime
One last good time
Doubled their take in a gambling town
Flew through the country, never touched down
They were on a roll
But lying low
Peas in a pod, doing their thing
Even good ‘ol boys have their dreams…,

CHORUS

BRIDGE
Sammy tells Rick” When it comes around,
I’ll be the one to go downtown”
Rick didn’t much like the sound of that
Sammy set him straight, told him the facts
“Rick, not a soul knows you were there,
This will be my little cross to bear
They might put me away but not for long
So, just buy me a beer when I get back home…, “

The money played out and the running wore thin
Sammy made a call and he came in
To face the law
That boy took the fall
A little bit of crime, a little bit of time
But it all worked out, sittin’ here tonight
Are two good friends
Together again
I had to ask, “If you had the chance?”
They both said ‘NO” but I saw the glance…,

It said,

CHORUS

Yeah, tomorrow might come, who knows
You better take the shot

WEEKENDS ARE WORSE

Written By: Tony Kinkade, Terry Bullard

“WEEKENDS ARE WORSE” Tony Kinkade, Terry Bullard

Take the bottle off the shelf
Play some old, hurtin’ tunes
Do some talking to myself
Lots of thinking about you
Go crazy in the night
Call you on the phone
Well, you can pay me no mind
Desperation
Won’t last long

CHORUS

And that’s the way the weekends go
Not how they should, I know
Burning memories
Old used-to-be’s
But Monday, I’ll be on that job
Buried deep in my work
I hurt a little all week long,
But weekends are worse

CHORUS

I hurt a little all week long
But, weekends are worse,
Weekends are worse

WE SHOULD HAVE DANCED

Written By: TONY KINKADE (BMI)

“WE SHOULD HAVE DANCED” Tony Kinkade
It was rock n’ roll on the radio
Surf was up on the Texas coast
We loaded down our boards,
Wild and free
Laughin’ in that Texas sand
Workin’ on those summer tans
And I’m right back in a favorite memory

CHORUS
Carol Ann
Dance with me tonight
Understand
I’ve got to make this right
If I could only find a way
To bend those hands of time….,
We had a chance
We should have danced

Found a job and I moved away
“Make that money, that’s the way.
Forget about that girl a long time gone”
All the miles and all the years
Still I can’t seem to shake the fear
That my little turns in life
Turned out wrong

CHORUS

BRIDGE
A little piece of heartbeat history
I wonder if she knows
What she meant to me…,

CHORUS

We had a chance
We should have danced
We should have danced

MSTER HATS

Written By: Tony Kinkade

I’ve seen him on the streets
With three old cowboy hats
One on his head and two on a string
Trailing down his back
I wondered about his story
And what those hats were all about
Late one night I pulled aside
And he poured his story out

The black one is all my Daddy left
The day he left us all
And this old straw’s from the spread I owned
But the bank sold it off
The Stetson I always wear on top
I wore on my wedding day
A gift, from the girl I loved
But the girl passed away

Mister Hats ain’t my name
But I’m called that just the same
Heaven knows I played my hand
But the cards, they never came
Some folks say I’m a drunk old fool
And I guess that’s how it seems…,
But me and these hats
Are all that’s left
From a life of broken dreams

He polished off his bottle
And shivered where he stood
“I’m headin’ for the shelter” he said
“This coat’s no damn good”
I pulled off my duster
He took it and told me thanks
Then he set that Stetson against the wind
And I watched him walk away

And Mister Hats ain’t his name
But he’s called that, just the same
Heaven knows he played his hand
But the cards, they never came
Some folks say he’s a drunk old fool
And I guess that’s how it seems
But his old hats
Are all that’s left
From a life of broken dreams

Yeah, his old hats
Are all that’s left
From a life…,
Of broken dreams

MISTER HATS

Written By: Tony Kinkade

I’ve seen him on the streets
With three old cowboy hats
One on his head and two on a string
Trailing down his back
I wondered about his story
And what those hats were all about
Late one night I pulled aside
And he poured his story out

The black one is all my Daddy left
The day he left us all
And this old straw’s from the spread I owned
But the bank sold it off
The Stetson I always wear on top
I wore on my wedding day
A gift, from the girl I loved
But the girl passed away

Mister Hats ain’t my name
But I’m called that just the same
Heaven knows I played my hand
But the cards, they never came
Some folks say I’m a drunk old fool
And I guess that’s how it seems…,
But me and these hats
Are all that’s left
From a life of broken dreams

He polished off his bottle
And shivered where he stood
“I’m headin’ for the shelter” he said
“This coat’s no damn good”
I pulled off my duster
He took it and told me thanks
Then he set that Stetson against the wind
And I watched him walk away

And Mister Hats ain’t his name
But he’s called that, just the same
Heaven knows he played his hand
But the cards, they never came
Some folks say he’s a drunk old fool
And I guess that’s how it seems
But his old hats
Are all that’s left
From a life of broken dreams

Yeah, his old hats
Are all that’s left
From a life…,
Of broken dreams

LIVIN' OVERTIME

Written By: Tony Kinkade

Old man at the bar says to me
“Your worst fear. son, what would it be”
I said,“The only thing that comes to mind is
Too many girls, not enough time”
He laughed and he said, “Now ain’t it the truth,
You’ve got to fan that flame of youth
So here it is, my best advice
Hit ‘em all once and the good ones twice”

CHORUS
So I’ll be chasin’ tail and raisin’ hell
Pushin’ that wind up in my sails
Makin’ sure that I always cross the line
When the Grim Reaper shows in his long, black ride
Man, he’s in for a helluva fight
I ain’t clockin’ out
I’m livin’ overtime

My boss said, “Son, you’ve got to try
A little bit more than “gettin’-by”
Cause if you don’t, then you won’t
Be here that long
I said, “Hey, man, this might come as a shock
But this job don’t exactly rock
So if you’re missing me
You better check the “Lost and Gone” “

CHORUS

Sometimes I think about the love I’ve lost
But not so far as counting costs
I’ve always heard that lookin’ back
Is a crazy thing to do
But there is one girl in the back of my mind
Got her hooks dug in so I guess she’s mine
But it might take a while
To find out the truth

CHORUS

Yeah, I ain’t clockin’ out
I’m livin’ overtime

LIVIN' OVERTIME

Written By: Tony Kinkade

“LIVIN’ OVERTIME”
Old man at the bar says to me
“Your worst fear. Son, what would it be?”
I said,“The only thing that comes to mind is
Too many girls, not enough time”
He laughed and he said, “Now ain’t it the truth,
You’ve got to fan that flame of youth
So here it is, my free advice
Hit ‘em all once and the good ones twice”

CHORUS
So I’ll be chasin’ tail and raisin’ hell
And pushin’ wind up in my sails
Makin’ sure that I always cross the line
When the Grim Reaper says, “Let’s take a ride”
Man, he’s in for a throw-down fight
‘Cause I ain’t clockin’ out
I’m livin’ overtime

My boss said, “Son, you’ve got to try
To give more than “gettin’-by”
Cause if you don’t, then you won’t
Be here that long
I said, “Hey, man, this might come as a shock
But this job don’t exactly rock
So if you’re missing me
Check the “Lost and Gone” “

CHORUS

Sometimes I think about the love I’ve lost
But not so far as counting costs
‘Cause that lookin’ back’s
A crazy thing to do
But there is one girl in the back of my mind
Got her hooks dug in,that makes her mine
But it might take a while
To find out if that’s true

CHORUS

When the Grim Reaper says,”Son, tonight’s the night”
Man, he’s in for a throw-down fight
‘Cause I ain’t clockin’ out/ I’m livin’ overtime

WEEKENDS ARE WORSE

Written By: Tony Kinkade,Terry Bullard

“WEEKENDS ARE WORSE”
Take the bottle off the shelf
Play some old hurtin’ tunes
Do some talking to myself
A lot of thinkin’ about you
Go crazy in the night
Call you on the phone
Well, you can pay me no mind
Desperation won’t last long

CHORUS
And that’s the way the weekends go
Not how they should I know
Burning memories
Of old used-to-be’s
But, Monday I’ll be on the job
Buried deep in my work
I hurt a little all week long
But weekends are worse

CHORUS

I hurt a little all week long
But, weekends are worse

MEXICAN GIRLFRIEND

Written By: Tony Kinkade/ Tim Thompson

“MEXICAN GIRLFRIEND” Tony Kinkade/Tim Thompson
I want a Mexican girlfriend
That drives a black Mercedes
With her scent in the wind
To all the finest places
With her white linen skirt
Riding high on her thighs
Her long black hair
And her fiery eyes
Oh, life would be grand
Life would be so grand…,
I want to sit barefoot at her hillside estate
And feel the cool Saltillo tile
With papayas, mangos and sweet border grapes
And while away the hours
Watch a red sunset explode in the west
And let our day begin
Oh, life would be grand
With my Mexican girlfriend

CHORUS
And we could dance every night
To Spanish guitars
With castanets and shadowy lights
Enhancing her charms
Take a slow ride home through deserted streets
Just before the break of day
And make love,
Hot love,
Like love has never been made

I want to go to private events
With celebrities
With festive cabana tents
And tropical drinks
Watch her laugh and whisper
With all of her friends
Secrets about her handsome man
Oh, life would be grand
Life would be so grand…,
I want to fly by private jet
To old Mexico
Land at “abuelos” ranch
Centuries old
Be escorted by dangerous men
To the door of “El Patron”
Drink his wine
Ease his mind
About the princess he loves so…,

CHORUS / Verse 1 (first half) – Oh life would be grand, with my Mexican girlfriend

Discography

"Good To Go" title cut on Tim Thompson indie project.. Principal co-writer of every song on artist Terry Bullard's "Texas Style" project (See Terry Bullard @ MySpace Music). "God Bless This Honky-Tonk", house song for 'White Stallion" Dancehall in El Paso, TX.

Set List

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