Lament
Strikniën D.C. Lyrics
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Who never loved before
Thought I’d ride forever
Behind his rodeo star
It’s a hard ride back to Belle Fourche
Northern prairie’s thick with snow
Lost the road out of Amidon
Still, I’ll make it through to Buffalo
It feels too cold to cry
Some sad beauty I leave alone here
To die by the dark of night
So, I’ll strike myself a warming fire
Lay my old saddle down
Sip on a hot cup a coffee
Hear the coyotes’ hungry Howls
For now, I’ve got some time
Roll one last cigarette
Offer up to you, my friends
A cowgirl’s, a cowgirl’s lament
Rode the rodeo with my sister
Starting 1943
We could trick our ropes to twirl around
Into things that no one had ever seen
Drove our rusty, Chevy pickup
Towing my horse Babe behind
Traveled from one dusty town to another
Showin’ them crowds a good ole time
We met him one night in Deadwood
He was just about half drunk
Tellin’ tales ‘round the fire to all them rodeo clowns
‘Bout riding the meanest, bucking broncs
Well now, me and my sister
Helped him back to his truck
He kissed me once on the lips and said
Come ride with me, Honey, you’ll bring me good luck
That summer we traveled the circuit
From Ft. Worth on up to Montana
Though many cowgirls followed him all around
Gave only me his dirty, red bandanna
And I was a sweet, young cowgirl
Who never loved before
Thought those days would last forever
Riding behind his rodeo star
Then one, hot afternoon in Denver
Mean Pete threw him right outta the chute
But before Ole Pete’s hooves could crush him
I waved off that wild, ornery brute
Never did he figure
That I saved his life that day
Picked himself up off the ground and hollered
Whew there, boys, a helluva ride, I’d say
Well, no more times did he kiss me
No words about forever
We were ridin’ an’ ropin’ side by side
But not ever once together
Soon, I gave up the roping
Saw that man as a heartbreak kid
For him, t’was the rodeo’s glamour
For me, it was just something that we did
One last night I’ll sleep on the cold ground
With my head upon my hands
I’ll dream of my rope tricks and cheers from the crowds
As we crisscrossed the land
Come dawn, I’ll ride on to Belle Fourche
And the ranch where I was raised
From the front porch my husband will greet me
And I’ll forget my old, rodeo flame
There we’ll build a warming fire
Sit together, in a quiet hour
Sip hot coffee
And hear the coyotes’ distant howls
While we rest, I’ll have some time
As the light of day’s been spent
Let my memories of lost love fade
To a cowgirl’s, my cowgirl’s lament
I was a sweet, young cowgirl
Who never loved before
Thought I’d ride forever
Behind his rodeo star
The song "Lament" by Strikniën D.C. tells the story of a young cowgirl who fell in love with a rodeo star. She and her sister rode the rodeo circuit, performing rope tricks and entertaining crowds in dusty towns. They eventually met the rodeo star, who was drunk and telling tales around a fire. He kissed the singer and invited her to ride with him, and they traveled together for a time. But their love did not last, and the cowgirl was left with only memories and a sense of loss.
The lyrics evoke a sense of loneliness, regret, and nostalgia. The cowgirl is stranded in the snowy prairie, reflecting on her past and thinking about what could have been. The imagery of a warming fire and hot coffee contrasts with the coldness of the landscape and the emptiness of the singer's heart. The song is a poignant reflection on lost love and the passing of time.
Overall, "Lament" is a haunting and evocative song that captures the bittersweet essence of life on the rodeo circuit. It tells a story of love and loss, of memories and regrets, and of the passing of time.
Line by Line Meaning
I was a sweet, young cowgirl
I was an innocent and naive girl
Who never loved before
I had never experienced true love before
Thought I’d ride forever
I believed that my happy times with him would never end
Behind his rodeo star
Travelling with a famous rodeo star
It’s a hard ride back to Belle Fourche
Returning home is not easy
Northern prairie’s thick with snow
The cold winter is harsh
Lost the road out of Amidon
Got lost on the way
Still, I’ll make it through to Buffalo
I am determined to reach my destination
Soon, another silent sunset
Another day has ended without achieving anything
It feels too cold to cry
It's so cold that even crying is difficult
Some sad beauty I leave alone here
Leaving behind a lonely and beautiful place
To die by the dark of night
To die alone in the dark
So, I’ll strike myself a warming fire
I'll make a fire to keep myself warm
Lay my old saddle down
Put down my old saddle
Sip on a hot cup a coffee
Drink a hot cup of coffee
Hear the coyotes’ hungry Howls
Listen to the coyotes' howls
For now, I’ve got some time
I have some time to spare
Roll one last cigarette
Smoke one last cigarette
Offer up to you, my friends
Dedicated to my friends
A cowgirl’s, a cowgirl’s lament
My sad goodbye as a cowgirl
Rode the rodeo with my sister
Travelled with my sister and performed at rodeos
Starting 1943
Since 1943
We could trick our ropes to twirl around
We were skilled at rope tricks and performed them unexpectedly
Into things that no one had ever seen
Performed unique rope tricks
Drove our rusty, Chevy pickup
Travelled in a rusty Chevy pickup
Towing my horse Babe behind
Hauled my horse named Babe
Traveled from one dusty town to another
Travelled from one small town to another
Showin’ them crowds a good ole time
Entertained the audience at the rodeos
We met him one night in Deadwood
We met him in Deadwood, one night
He was just about half drunk
He was quite drunk
Tellin’ tales ‘round the fire to all them rodeo clowns
Sharing stories with the rodeo clowns near a fire
‘Bout riding the meanest, bucking broncs
Telling stories about riding the toughest broncos
Well now, me and my sister
My sister and I
Helped him back to his truck
Assisted him to his truck
He kissed me once on the lips and said
He kissed me and said
Come ride with me, Honey, you’ll bring me good luck
Invited me to ride with him as he believed I was his lucky charm
That summer we traveled the circuit
We travelled to various locations that summer
From Ft. Worth on up to Montana
From Fort Worth to Montana and beyond
Though many cowgirls followed him all around
Although he had many female admirers
Gave only me his dirty, red bandanna
Gave me his bandanna among his other female admirers
And I was a sweet, young cowgirl
I was still an innocent and naive girl
Then one, hot afternoon in Denver
On a hot afternoon in Denver
Mean Pete threw him right outta the chute
The bronco named Mean Pete threw him out of the chute
But before Ole Pete’s hooves could crush him
But I managed to save him before Mean Pete crushed him
I waved off that wild, ornery brute
I managed to stop the wild bronco from injuring him
Never did he figure
He never realised
That I saved his life that day
That I saved him from Mean Pete
Picked himself up off the ground and hollered
He got up from the ground and yelled
Whew there, boys, a helluva ride, I’d say
That was a wild and exciting ride
Well, no more times did he kiss me
He never kissed me again
No words about forever
He never talked about the future
We were ridin’ an’ ropin’ side by side
We performed together
But not ever once together
But we were never together
Soon, I gave up the roping
I gave up performing
Saw that man as a heartbreak kid
I saw that he was not worth the heartbreak
For him, t’was the rodeo’s glamour
He enjoyed the glamour of rodeos
For me, it was just something that we did
For me, the rodeo was just a job
One last night I’ll sleep on the cold ground
One last night before I leave the place
With my head upon my hands
Sitting with my head in my hands
I’ll dream of my rope tricks and cheers from the crowds
I'll have sweet dreams of my amazing rope tricks and the cheers from the crowds
As we crisscrossed the land
As we travelled across the country
Come dawn, I’ll ride on to Belle Fourche
At dawn, I'll continue my journey to Belle Fourche
And the ranch where I was raised
I'll return to the ranch where I grew up
From the front porch my husband will greet me
My husband will welcome me from the front porch
And I’ll forget my old, rodeo flame
I'll forget about my old flame who was a rodeo star
There we’ll build a warming fire
We'll make a fire to keep us warm
Sit together, in a quiet hour
Spend time together in peace and quiet
Sip hot coffee
Drink hot coffee together
And hear the coyotes’ distant howls
Listen to the distant howls of coyotes
While we rest, I’ll have some time
While we relax, I'll have some time to myself
As the light of day’s been spent
As the day ends
Let my memories of lost love fade
Let my memories of the lost love from my rodeo days fade away
To a cowgirl’s, my cowgirl’s lament
To my sad goodbye as a cowgirl
Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: Chris Enss, David Morgan, Mark Jackson, Pamela Haan
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Chuck Buried
Deadly vid! I played guitar on that song
Dairmáid O’Dubhsláine
Is that Deko singing
respectanation
Top FUCKIN' tune. OI!