Bob McKillop: Music

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)

My brother David says I need to stop writing sad songs about my life - well, this is progress... It's not about me!

Bob - acoustic guitar, vocals /
Alan Dickson - bass, mandolin /
Lindsey Montana - piano /
Vanessa Torres - backing vocals /
Heather Caston - backing vocals /
Jason Ingalls - drums

First Verse

I grew up here in Kettle Cove
In a three-room shack with an iron stove
Worked the lobster boats with my Uncle Dave
From the day I flunked out of seventh grade
In Kettle Cove, Kettle Cove
Kettle Cove, Kettle Cove

Second Verse

Sue McGraw did the college thing
Fished the Ivy League, caught a wedding ring
But we were lovers once on this sandy beach
Didn’t realize that she was out of reach
For Kettle Cove, Kettle Cove
Kettle Cove, Kettle Cove

Bridge

Oil and water never mix
And there’s pain that money just won’t fix
We’d had our chance to rise above
The walls they built between our love
But she was only seventeen
And I knew I’d never give her what she’d need
Here in Kettle Cove

Third Verse

Sue is gone, she’s in Boston now
Don’t know when she left, don’t matter anyhow
I’m still here with my iron stove
It’s been forty years, and I’m all alone
In Kettle Cove, Kettle Cove
Kettle Cove, Kettle Cove

Fourth Verse

I walk the surf on a moonless night
There’s no stars above, there isn’t any light
And I hold a lifetime of precious sand
I let it slip through my calloused hands
Into Kettle Cove, Kettle Cove
Kettle Cove, Kettle Cove
Kettle Cove, Kettle Cove

Kettle Cove, Kettle Cove
Kettle Cove