The Drover
Danny O'Keefe Lyrics


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I met him there in Pioneer Square
In an empty bottle of muscatel
He said, Here's my song
And where I've gone
I'll tell ya boy I've gone to hell
"Hear my say, I've lost the way
I've burned the bridge behind me
And Lord above there ain't no one
I ever loved can find me

Hope you understand
Sometimes you never can
Go back home again, boy
Go back home again

"The drovers call from South Saint Paul
I rode in from Dakota
On the midnight freight
They made me wait
Said they had their quota

I was just a kid, I hit the skid
Hard drinks and easy livin'
Think what ya please
But a sour disease
Can come from the sweetest women

It was shortly after pickin' time
He was madder than a hatter
Here's his song, and where he's gone
It doesn't really matter

I left him there in Pioneer Square
Skid Road in Seattle
The wind had dried his mind inside
And left him with a rattle

"Can you spare a man a dollar
To buy some peace of mind




Son, at least get off a quarter
I need a shot of wine"

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Danny O'Keefe's song, The Drover, seem to tell the story of a man who has lost his way in life and ended up in a place called Pioneer Square, which is located in Skid Row, Seattle. He meets the singer of the song there, who describes him as being in the throes of alcoholism ("in an empty bottle of muscatel"), and asks him to share his story. The man responds by saying that he has gone to hell and burned the bridge behind him, implying that he has made choices in his life that have led him to be lost and alone.


He goes on to say that nobody who ever loved him can find him, suggesting that he has isolated himself from people who care about him. He then references the drovers' call from South Saint Paul, which is a reference to cattle drivers that used to operate in that area. He describes how he rode in on a freight train from Dakota, but was made to wait for his turn to be seen by the drovers. The man then reveals that he was a kid at the time and got caught up in the wrong crowd, with hard drinks and easy living. He also alludes to catching a disease from a woman, which could be a sexually transmitted disease, suggesting that he might have lived a promiscuous life.


The song ends with the man asking for a dollar to buy some peace of mind and a shot of wine, showing how it is the small pleasures in life that have taken over his thoughts. Overall, the song seems to be about how the wrong choices in life can lead a person down a dark path, and how it is difficult to go back home again once that has happened.


Line by Line Meaning

I met him there in Pioneer Square
I encountered him in the Pioneer Square


In an empty bottle of muscatel
He was intoxicated


He said, Here's my song
He shared his song


And where I've gone
His current situation


I'll tell ya boy I've gone to hell
He feels like he's in hell


Hear my say, I've lost the way
He has lost the right path


I've burned the bridge behind me
He closed doors to his past


And Lord above there ain't no one
No one can help him


I ever loved can find me
Even people he loves cannot find him


Hope you understand
He hopes you'll comprehend


Sometimes you never can
But sometimes you just can't


Go back home again, boy
You cannot go back home again


The drovers call from South Saint Paul
He heard the drovers' call from Saint Paul


I rode in from Dakota
He came from Dakota on a ride


On the midnight freight
He took the midnight freight


They made me wait
They delayed him


Said they had their quota
Because they had a quota to meet


I was just a kid, I hit the skid
He was young and fell


Hard drinks and easy livin'
He had a hedonistic lifestyle


Think what ya please
You can interpret that how you want


But a sour disease
However, the consequences were negative


Can come from the sweetest women
Even good people can corrupt


It was shortly after pickin' time
It was just after the fruits were picked


He was madder than a hatter
He was crazier than a person who makes hats


Here's his song, and where he's gone
He shares his song and future endeavors


It doesn't really matter
But it doesn't matter anyway


I left him there in Pioneer Square
I departed the Pioneer Square


Skid Road in Seattle
I left Seattle's Skid Road


The wind had dried his mind inside
The wind figuratively took away his rationality


And left him with a rattle
Leaving him with nothing much


Can you spare a man a dollar
He asks for people's money


To buy some peace of mind
He wants it to get peace of mind


Son, at least get off a quarter
He requests that the other person donate even if not much


I need a shot of wine
He wants to consume alcohol




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I appreciate your posting the lyrics to this song, however I don't think the lyrics shown in the second verse were the lyrics penned by O'Keefe. I know every Lyric site shows it as presented here but as this is a song about unrequited love I feel it necessary to try to define the word "Electra"/"Elektra" which, at one point in time, referred to "pre-dawn"; Think sun rays coming over the horizon prior to sunrise. So what you have, in effect, is "morning waiting for Elektra but Elektra is mourning for the NIGHT". There is your unrequited love; Morning loves Elektra but Elektra loves Night.

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