Saddle Storms - The Sound She Made
The Sound She Made | Saddle Storms | Outlaw Dreams Album
The world heard the whip crack. Nobody wrote down the lullaby.
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History gave her the leather and the noise. The bravado, the drinking, the legend that traveled with the Wild West show. The Sound She Made is the Calamity Jane nobody wrote about — the velvet hands underneath the roughness, the baby held soft when nobody else was looking, the woman behind the woman the posters made famous. Both sounds came from the same two hands. Only one of them made the history books. - Original by Saddle Storms.
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Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
She could crack a whip and split a card in two
Make grown men step back just to hear that sound
Loud and rough in every room she walked into
The kind of legend that don't put nothing down
That's the sound most people remember
The leather snap, the holler, the show
But there was another sound she made
That almost nobody got to know
[Pre-Chorus]
A quiet one
A soft one
The sound a woman makes
When she's holding something small
And the whole rough world outside
Just falls away
[Chorus]
'Cause underneath the leather and the noise
Underneath the stories grown men love to tell
There was a woman who loved as deep as anyone
And hurt the same as well
She wore the toughness like a coat she chose
But it wasn't the only thing she had
Velvet hands when nobody else was looking
That's the part the legend never had
[Verse 2]
She held a baby once, the story goes
Soft as anybody's ever been
Sang the kind of songs that don't make it
Into any tale men tell again
The world wanted her loud
The world wanted the whip and the show
So that's what she gave them
And kept the rest of it close, soft and low
[Pre-Chorus]
A quiet one
A soft one
The sound a mother makes
When the rest of the world
Doesn't get to hear it
And never will
[Chorus]
'Cause underneath the leather and the noise
Underneath the stories grown men love to tell
There was a woman who loved as deep as anyone
And hurt the same as well
She wore the toughness like a coat she chose
But it wasn't the only thing she had
Velvet hands when nobody else was looking
That's the part the legend never had
[Bridge]
Somewhere down the line
Her blood is still walking around
Grandbabies, great-grandbabies
Who never heard the crack of that sound
To them she might've just been a name in a story
Or maybe — somehow — a little more
A feeling passed down quiet
Like a door left open
Just a crack
[Final Verse]
History remembers the whip
History remembers the noise
The drinking, the bravado
The rough and tumble poise
But somewhere a baby slept easy
In arms that could split a card in two
And that's the sound nobody wrote down
The softest thing she ever knew
[Outro]
The world only heard the leather crack
And never heard the lullaby
But both sounds came from the same two hands
And they called her
Calamity Jane
[End]
Written by Saddle Storms: https://SaddleStorms.com
About Saddle Storms: Wyoming-born outlaw country, western storytelling, rodeo soul, heartbreak ballads, and Code of the West honesty from six generations of ranch life.
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