I’ve read about it, but some of this song sure makes you think and just has a real haunting quality to it. And of course, that’s the purpose of the lyrics isn’t it — and it’s done SO well in this song. What’s weird is that Garth Brooks won’t let his stuff be on iTunes… so I bought a version by Dan Roberts (one of the composers of the song). Guess what, I think I like Dan Robert’s version better :-0
This is not the first time Mr. Brooks has done something like this… he was one of the movers trying to make it so artists got a cut off of USED CD’s >:-( I’m all for artist’s rights, but come on… if I buy a used car, Ford shouldn’t get a cut! He’d get more sympathy in his battles (as most of HATE the record labels for Killing Napster) if he’d realize his fans are not his enemies.
The Beaches of Cheyenne
They packed up all his buckles
And shipped his saddle to his dad
And by the way the house looked
She must have took it bad
The workers come on Monday
To fix the door and patch the wall
They say she just went crazy
The night she got the call
He was up in Wyoming
And drew a bull no man could ride
He promised her he’d turn out
Well it turned out that he lied
And their dreams that they’d been livin’
In the California sand
Died right there beside him in Cheyenne
They she just went crazy
Screamin’ out his name
She ran out into the ocean
And to this day they claim
That if you go down by the water
You’ll see her footprints in the sand
‘Cause every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne
They never found her body
Just her diary by her bed
It told about the fight they had
And the words that she had said
When he told her he was ridin’
She said then I don’t give a damn
If you never come back from Cheyenne
They she just went crazy
Screamin’ out his name
She ran out into the ocean
And to this day they claim
That you can go down by the water
And see her footprints in the sand
‘Cause every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne
Nobody can explain it
Some say she’s still alive
They even claim they’ve seen her
On the shoreline late at night
So if you go down by the water
You’ll see her footprints in the sand
‘Cause every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne
Yes every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne
RiB
That one is haunting, too.
Melancholy would describe it as well.