She was a girl on a wagon train, Headed west across the plains The train got lost in a summer storm, they couldn’t move west and they couldn’t go home Then she saw him riding through the rain, He took charge of the wagons and he saved the train She looked down and her heart was gone The train went west but she stayed on In Lonesome Dove…. A farmer’s daughter with a gentle hand, a blooming rose on a bed of sand She loved a man who wore a star, A Texas Ranger known near and far So they got married and they had a child but times were tough and the west was wild So it was no surprise the day she learned, that her Texas man would not return To lonesome dove Back to back with the Rio Grande, a Christian woman in the devil’s land She learned the language and she learned to fight, But she never learned how to beat the lonely night, She watched her boy become a man, He had an angel’s heart and the devil’s hand He wore a star for all to see, He was a Texas law man legacy Then one day word blew into town, It seemed the men who shot his father down Had robbed a bank in Cherico, the only thing ‘tween them and Mexico Was Lonesome Dove The shadows stretched across the land, As the shots rang out down the Rio Grande And when the smoke finally cleared the street, the men lay at the Ranger’s feet And the legend tells to this very day, That shots were coming from an alleyway No one knows who held the gun, ain’t no doubt if you ask someone, In Lonesome Dove Back to back with the Rio Grande, a Christian woman in the devil’s land She learned the language and she learned to fight, But she never learned how to beat the lonely night, I tend to associate songs with specific moments in my life. It’s how I remember things most times. This song was co-written by Garth Brooks and some lady, for his album “Ropin the wind”, and It just happens to be one of the first songs that I associate with a specific time in my life. Please keep in mind that I’m writing this how I remember it, and there may be some discrepancies from what actually happened. I don’t remember how old I was but it couldn’t possibly have been old enough to understand what’s actually going on in the song. When I hear this song I remember a car that my Aunt Diane used to drive. That’s where I remember hearing the song. I remember seeing Garth on the cover of the cassette tape, in his blue cowboy shirt, and I remember being so impressed with how snazzy it was. Specifically I think of a time when we were driving down South Greeley Highway, on the way to the race track to watch my dad race. That’s it. That’s all I remember, and it’s kinda hazy at that. The point is, I just picked this song back up a few days ago for the first time in probably 20 years, and it really stuck with me, even in such a short moment, it was a gigantic piece of my childhood, and without this song, I don’t think that I would really care about music as much as I do. The song changed meaning for me over the years. Before now, the only thing I could remember was the Ranger dying at the outlaw’s feet. After going back and listening to the song 20 years later, I’m reminded of something that I’ve really always known, the good guys win.
Posted on: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 04:07:38 +0000
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