Seventeen Going on Seventy

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A new lyric in a very, very old tradition. British, US and Aussie listeners will be quite at home with this one... (humorous song, not serious, but certainly not daft either, and strictly for those with dirty minds, of course).

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David Kilpatrick

Solo singer-songwriter and tunesmith playing British fingerstyle steel and nylon string guitar, and historic instruments. Scots and Irish influences.

I've been writing and playing songs and tunes since teenage years in folk clubs and pubs. I co-organise the Kelso Friday night live music sessions at the Cross Keys (hosted singaround 7.45-10pm) and Cobbles Inn (10-12pm open mic with The Cobbles Band) with the help of many friends. All welcome! Visit us at kelsofolkandlive co uk. It is worth clicking on the tab because the sound quality of my tracks is far higher than the auto player on this page. Many can be streamed or downloaded at 320KBps and the enhancement for solo guitar/voice far exceeds the benefit you get for highly compressed band recordings. My recordings are full dynamic, not compressed. Just select Hi-Fi for the first song, and an MP3 high bitrate window will open - you will still get a sequence of songs. Most of my downloads are free, but some 320KBps tracks are paid-for. These are selected because they make up my main instrumental album. I now have a YouTube page and have started doing some video recordings for fun: @daviddkilpatrick I have mainly played Lowden guitars since 1999. I current play a 1985 S5FN (nylon string), 1986 S22 (jumbo O-size mahogany/cedar), and 1995 S32 (small body rosewood/spruce). I also play my own 1997-built Martin 'kit' Grand Auditorium rosewood/spruce, a Sigma OM-T, Furch Little Jane, Tacoma Papoose, Guild 8-string baritone, Vintage V880 parlour guitar and Gordon Giltrap signature model, a Troubadour mahogany/spruce classical and an Adam Black 12-string. And that's just the guitars... also viola, mandolin, mandola, waldzither, bouzouki, Appalachian dulcimer, low D whistle, keyboards.

Song Info

Genre

Acoustic • Acoustic Folk

Charts

Peak #84

Peak in subgenre #26

Author

David Kilpatrick

Rights

David Kilpatrick

Uploaded

November 25, 2003

Track Files

MP3

MP3 2.9 MB • 128 kbps • 3:12

Story behind the song

Sunday afternoon, and all of a sudden this line pops into my head. I was thinking of 'sixty going on 16' but something was reversed when it finally crystallised. Written with aid of a bacon sandwich and banana, and recorded with my home-made 0000 guitar. No more need be said. Actually, I have altered the way this song is sung, and I now sing 'sixty-nine going on seventy' instead because it relates better to people. So this recording, and the title, all need to be changed.

Lyrics

He was seventeen (now changed to - "sixty-nine") going on seventy
She was twenty-one for the twenty-first time
She was standing in a bar in Coventry
Waiting to be bought a lager (normally sing "Boddingtons" instead now) and lime
And when she sat beside him
He couldn't believe his luck
It was twenty-five years since he last had a

Drink with a beautiful lady
Who could talk with him and look him straight in the eye
She was obviously a yes and not a maybe
And there are certain things you have to do before you die
And when she said she did, sir
He didn't know how to thank her
He'd been twenty-five years a sad and lonely

Man despite his money
And she laughed about his age, with him being sixty-nine
She said that's really funny
That's a kind of lucky number (changed to - "numereau" - this works better) of mine
And when she asked him home with her
She couldn't get the key in the lock
He said he always had the same trouble with his

Front door in a hurry
She said to him, I always leave it open round the back
But if it's shut don't worry
Just let me have your credit card I'll slip it in the crack
Well it was, so he obliged her
But the minute she got through the door
She shut it in his face because you know she was a

Master of Business Administration
With a credit card machine which sat beside her phone
And one Declined Transaction
Meant that he was going to have to leg it home alone
And the moral of this story
Is that morals there are few
Especially if you're sixty-nine and she is forty-two!

© David Kilpatrick 2000/amendments gradually made

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