Dale Stokes

dalestokesDale Stokes is beginning to bring his music out of the bedroom and backyard after 30+ years working in educaton in small town schools where you have to watch what you say and where they know what time you went to bed last night. Growing up in Sherwood, Arkansas, before it was an “in town,” he’s seen the location of his greatest shot with a slingshot become the parking lot of a shopping center. He learned nothing stays the same, so you’d better pay attention to right now.

His songs come in a variety of styles and cover everything from grandkids and friends to the people he’s run into along the way. They reflect years of keeping his mouth shut and paying attention to both the obvious and obscure, and he hopes they paint a picture you can see and maybe even finish for yourself.

 

Contribution: Don’t Forget to Feed the Cats

Every song has got a purpose, or there’d be no reason to sit and hear it
Philosophical or crazy; A love song, a ballad, gospel truth or damn near it
Right now you’re probably wondering what’s gonna come out of the next few minutes
Sit back and kick your boots off, because the tale I’m gonna tell has got a lesson in it
It’s all about living right, despite your plight; Be responsible and live by the golden rule
There’s a little secret known by few; If you do you’ll make it through
Pay heed and don’t you be nobody’s fool; Don’t forget to feed the cats

Although they’re not exactly my idea of the perfect companion
There’s got to be a reason that they’re here; They’re one of god’s creations
Lots of people take them in and give them love and everything
Everything will be just fine if you fulfill your obligation; Don’t forget to feed the cats

Jimmy’s working at the drug store, working after school for a little cash
He’s pushing broom and toting boxes, cleaning up the backroom and hauling out the trash
One night Thurston came stumblin’ in for a visit after having him a snootfull
Boss tosses Jim the truck keys, Said “take him on home lay him down give his boots a pull.”
To the couch they slide across the floor; Starts at the door, Ends with a snore
Oh no, he don’t need a wakeup call
Old Thurston just needed a ride; Laid down and sighed, then he died
They found the body but they didn’t quite find it all;
Man you got to feed the cats…….

Although they’re not exactly my idea of the perfect companion
There’s got to be a reason that they’re here; They’re one of god’s creations
“Here lies Thurston” etched in stone: “At least what the cats didn’t care for”
So spread this tale and check those bowls and do your best to share more
And don’t forget to feed the cats.

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