Empty Saddles
Echoes of Ghost Riders: Unraveling the Haunting Tale in Jimmy Wakely's 'Empty Saddles'
Lyrics
There's something strange in the old corral
Observing an unusual or eerie atmosphere in the old corral.
There's a breeze, though the wind has died
Feeling a breeze despite the absence of wind.
Though I'm alone in the old corral
Being alone in the old corral.
Seems there is someone at my side
Sensing a presence as if someone is beside the speaker.
Empty saddles in the old corral
Noticing empty saddles in the old corral.
Where do you ride tonight?
Pondering where the absent riders are heading tonight.
Are you roundin' up the dogies, the strays of long ago
Wondering if the riders are herding stray cattle from the past.
Are you on the trail of buffalo?
Speculating whether the riders are tracking buffalo.
Empty saddles in the old corral
Reiterating the image of empty saddles and questioning the riders' destination.
Where do you ride tonight?
Continuing to inquire where the riders are going.
Are there rustlers on the border, or a band of Navajo
Considering the presence of rustlers or Navajo along the border.
Are you headin' for the Alamo?
Contemplating if the riders are heading to the Alamo.
Empty guns covered with rust
Describing guns that are empty and covered with rust.
Where do you talk tonight?
Asking where the absent ones are engaged in conversation.
Empty boots covered with dust
Depicting boots that are empty and covered with dust.
Where do you walk tonight?
Inquiring where the absent ones are walking tonight.
Empty saddles in the old corral
Repeating the image of empty saddles and expressing the hope that tears will be dried.
My tears will be dried tonight
Believing that tears will be dried if the absent ones acknowledge the speaker's loneliness.
If you'll only say I'm lonely as you carry my old pal
Requesting the absent ones to confirm the speaker's loneliness as they carry the speaker's old pal.
Empty saddles in the old corral
Reiterating the image of empty saddles in the old corral.
There is no smoke, still the fires burn,
Noticing the absence of smoke but acknowledging that the fires still burn.
There's no song, still I hear guitars,
Hearing guitars even though there is no song.
There is no dust, still the ghosts return
Noticing the absence of dust but acknowledging the return of ghosts.
Softly to vanish through the bars
Describing the ghosts softly vanishing through the bars.
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