The Ballad of Mr. D

He blew into town with a cold north wind
and a dusty old box of wood n string
With an iron vault locked under his cap
he took to the streets and never looked back

He walked with his princess leading the way
She left him with words that still live today
Some called him thief when he first made the scene
The joke was on them when he captured their queen

The folks hung on to every word he said
while feeding his bones and making his bed
Even the trash man came ‘round to confess
They all wanted the secrets that he possessed

He kept them all guessing with every move
They felt betrayed when he changed his mood
When he doubled down on the mercury
cries of traitor came from across the sea

One beat of a snare found rock a new home
Twenty-three cuts and we all got stoned
Up in the hills to recover and think
Down in the basement, back in the pink

The tapes were boxed right off the machine
He left the party without being seen.
He headed south with a new pair of boots
Soon it was cool to wear Nudie suits

No matter the cost, a hit or a miss,
a deep well filled his bucket list
Whether it’s love, or blood, or facing hate
the search went on for Heaven’s gate

Rolling along with a master’s whip
he led them all on a mystery trip
Dazzled and charmed by his bag of tricks
Some got it all, some got lost in the mix

Known to be Lucky he got with the gang
The End of the Line brought new found fame
His travels since then have been nonstop
except some time to mend a broken heart

A hobo, A poet, A song and dance man
An artist of words, and paint from a can
A sculptor of metal, A man in a mask
Who is this man? How funny you ask

The most precious prize to this noble man
is a golden statue and a crackerjack band
Rewards for today don’t really matter
What’s more important he records forever

This blue eyed son always plays it cool
If you call his bluff you become the fool
He never laid claim to a seat on the throne
For His kingdom is the never-ending road

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