The Wichita Waltz
Album: Ghost Towns
By: John Statz
By: John Statz
Duration
5:10
Description
This song began as a collaborative effort between songwriters Jeremiah Nelson, Brooks West, and Brad Hoshaw at a songwriter's retreat next to Lake Michigan, north of Sheboygan, WI. Unfinished there, John picked it up and finished it with Jeremiah in Madison, September 2009. Its a sad country song about love lost out on the plains.
Lyrics
It was cold in the spring, we lived under turpentine skies. The blue prairie wind, kicked up the dust in our eyes. With your dad in the war, and your mom working doubles each night. Well she gets home at daybreak, sits at the table and cries. "Where have you gone, my truest one? Where have you been, my lonesome love?" That summer went fast, and we'd become lovers by fall. We saved up some cash, for a place outside Wichita. Kept missing our payments, and the bank it took back our home. And I took to drinking, and left you late nights a lone. "Where have you gone, my truest one? Where have you been, my lonesome love? What could I have done? What could I have done? What could I have done?" Now the house sitting empty, and I'm on the road every week. Moving freight 'cross the country, missin' you though we don't speak. And I kicked the bottle, but you picked it up is what I heard. Just watch yourself darlin', cuz that stuff wont leave you un-burned. "Where have you gone, my truest one? Where have you been, my lonesome love?"
