Ropin’ the Wind Album

Artist(s): Garth Brooks

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Garth Brooks Ropin’ the Wind Cover Art

Tracklist

Against the Grain

length: 2:23
mixer: Mark Miller
recording engineer: Mark Miller
writer: Bruce Bouton, Carl Jackson, Larry Cordle

Folks call me a maverick
Guess I ain't too diplomatic
I just never been the kind to go along
Just avoidin' confrontation
For the sake of conformation

And I'll admit I tend to sing a different song
But sometimes you just can't be afraid
To wear a different hat
If Columbus had complied
This old world might still be flat

Nothin' ventured, nothin' gained
Sometimes you've got to go against the grain
Well, I have been accused
Of makin' my own rules
There must be rebel blood
Just a-runnin' through my veins
But I ain't no hypocrite
What you see is what you get
And that's the only way I know
To play the game
Old Noah took much ridicule
For building his great ark
But after forty days and forty nights
He was lookin' pretty smart
Sometimes it's best to brave the wind and rain
By havin' strength to go against the grain
Well, there's more folks than a few
Who share my point of view
But they're worried
If they're gonna sink or swim
They'd like to buck the system
But the deck is tacked against 'em
And they're a little scared
To go out on a limb
But if you're gonna leave your mark
You can't follow like a bunch of sheep
You got to listen to your heart
Go bustin' in like old John Wayne
Sometimes you got to go against the grain
Nothin' ventured, nothin' gained
Sometimes you've got to go against the grain

Rodeo

length: 3:54
mixer: Mark Miller
recording engineer: Mark Miller
composer: Larry Bastian
lyricist: Larry Bastian
His eyes are cold and restless
And His wounds have almost healed
And she'd give half of Texas
Just to change the way he feels
'Cause she knows his love's in Tulsa
And she knows he's gonna go
But it ain't no woman flesh and blood
It's that damned old rodeo

Well it's bulls and blood
It's dust and mud
It's the roar of a Sunday crowd
It's the white in his knuckles
The gold in his buckle
He'll win the next go 'round
It's boots and chaps
It's cowboy hats
It's spurs and latigo
It's the ropes and the reins
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo

She does her best to hold him
When his love comes to call
But his need for it controls him
And her back's against the wall
And it's "So long girl, I'll see you."
When it's time for him to go
You know the woman wants her cowboy
Like he wants his rodeo

Well, it's bulls and blood
It's dust and mud
It's the roar of a Sunday crowd
It's the white in the knuckles
The gold in the buckle
He'll win the next go 'round
It's boots and chaps
It's cowboy hats
It's spurs and latigo
It's the ropes and the reins
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo

It'll drive a cowboy crazy
It'll drive the man insane
And he'll sell off everything he owns
Just to pay to play her game
And a broken home and some broken bones
Is all he'll have to show
For all the years that he spent chasin'
This dream they call rodeo

Well, it's bulls and blood
It's dust and mud
It's the roar of a Sunday crowd
It's the white in them knuckles
The gold in the buckle
He'll win the next go 'round
It's boots and chaps
It's cowboy hats
It's spurs and latigo
It's the ropes and the reins
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo
It's the broncs and the blood
It's the steers and the mud
And they call the thing rodeo

What She’s Doing Now

length: 3:27
mixer: Mark Miller
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
bass: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
percussion: Milton Sledge and Kenny Malone
mandolin: Sam Bush
fiddle: Rob Hajacos
steel guitar: Bruce Bouton
acoustic bass guitar: Edgar Meyer
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
dobro: Bruce Bouton and Jerry Douglas
lap steel guitar: Bruce Bouton
writer: Garth Brooks, Pat Alger
Last time I saw her it was turnin' colder
But that was years ago
Last I heard she had moved to Boulder
But where she's now I don't know
But there's somethin' 'bout this time of year
That spins my head around
Takes me back makes me wonder
What she's doin now

'Cause what she's doin now is tearin' me apart
Fillin' up my mind and emptyin' my heart
I can hear her call each time the cold wind blows
And I wonder if she knows what she's doin' now

Just for laughs I dialed her old number
But no one knew her name
Hung up the phone sat there and wondered
If she'd ever done the same
I took a walk in the evenin' wind
To clear my head somehow
But tonight I lie here thinkin'
What she doin' now

'Cause what she's doin now is tearin' me apart
Fillin' up my mind and emptying my heart
I can hear her call each time the cold wind blows
And I wonder if she knows

What she's doin now is tearin' me apart
Fillin' up my mind and emptying my heart
I can hear her call each time the cold wind blows
And I wonder if she knows what she's doin' now

Burning Bridges

length: 3:36
mixer: Mark Miller
recording engineer: Mark Miller
writer: Garth Brooks, Stephanie Brown
Yesterday she thanked me
For oiling that front door
This morning when she wakes
She won't be thankful anymore

She'll never know how much I cared
Just that I couldn't stay
Shell never know the reason why
I always run away

[Chorus:]

Burning bridges
One by one
What I'm doing
Can't be undone

And I'm always hoping someday
I'm gonna stop this running round
But every time the chance comes up
Another bridge goes down

Last night we talked of old times
Families and home towns
She wondered if we both agree on
Where we'd settle down

And I told her that we'd cross that bridge
Whenever it'd arrive
Now through the flames I see her standing
On the other side

Burning bridges
One by one
What I'm doing
Can't be undone

And I'm always hoping someday
I'm gonna stop this running round
But every time the chance comes up
Another bridge goes down

Like ashes on the water
I drift away in sorrow
Knowing that the day my lessons finally learned
I'll be standing at a river
Staring out across tomorrow
And the bridge I need to get there
Will be a bridge that I have burned

Burning bridges
One by one
What I'm doing
Can't be undone

And I'm always hoping someday
I'm gonna stop this running round
But every time the chance comes up
Another bridge goes down

Another bridge goes down

Papa Loved Mama

length: 2:52
mixer: Mark Miller
recording engineer: Mark Miller
writer: Garth Brooks, Kim Williams
Papa drove a truck nearly all his life
You know it drove mama crazy being a trucker's wife
The part she couldn't handle was the being alone
I guess she needed more to hold than just a telephone
Papa called Mama each and every night
Just to ask her how she was and if us kids were alright
Mama would wait for that call to come in
When Daddy'd hang up then she was gone again
Mama was a looker
Lord, how she shined
Papa was a good'n
But the jealous kind
Papa loved Mama
Mama loved men
Mama's in the graveyard
Papa's in the pen
Well, it was bound to happen and one night it did
Papa came home and it was just us kids
He had a dozen roses and a bottle of wine
If he was lookin' to surprise us, he was doin' fine
I heard him cry for mama up and down the hall
Then I heard a bottle break against the bedroom wall
That old diesel engine made an eerie sound
When Papa fired it up and headed into town
Well, the picture in the paper showed the scene real well
Papa's rig was buried in the local motel
The desk clerk said he saw it all real clear
He never hit the brakes and he was shifting gears
Mama was a looker
Lord, how she shined
Papa was a good'n
But the jealous kind
Papa loved Mama
Mama loved men
Mama's in the graveyard
Papa's in the pen

Shameless

length: 4:20
mixer: Mark Miller
recording engineer: Mark Miller
background vocals: Trisha Yearwood
composer: Billy Joel
lyricist: Billy Joel
Well I'm shameless
When it comes to loving you,
I'll do anything you want me to,
I'll do anything at all.

And I'm standing
Here for all the world to see,
Oh, baby that's what's left of me,
I don't have very far to fall.

You know now I'm not a man who's ever been
Insecure about the world I've been living in.
I don't break easy, I have my pride,
But if you need to be satisfied

I'm shameless.
Honey, I don't have a prayer.
Every time I see you standing there
I go down upon my knees.

And I'm changing,
Swore I'd never compromise,
Oh, but you convinced me otherwise.
I'll do anything you need.

You see in all my life I've never found
What I couldn't resist, what I couldn't turn down.
I could walk away from anyone I ever knew,
But I can't walk away from you.

I have never had anything have this much control on me.
I've worked too hard to call my life my own.
And I've made myself a world, and it's worked so perfectly,
But it's your world now, I can't refuse,
I've never had so much to lose.
And I'm shameless...

You know it should be easy for a man who's strong
To say he's sorry or admit when he's wrong.
I've never lost anything I ever missed,
But I've never been in love like this.
It's out of my hands.

I'm shameless.
I don't have the power now,
And I don't want it anyhow,
So I gotta let it go.

And I'm shameless.
Shameless as a man can be.
You could make a total fool of me.
I just wanted you to know
That I'm shameless.


Thanks to rp for the correction

Cold Shoulder

length: 3:56
mixer: Mark Miller
recording engineer: Mark Miller
writer: Garth Brooks, Kent Blazy, Kim Williams
There's a fire burning bright
At our house tonight
Slow music playing
And soft candlelight
On her lips I keep tasting
The warm red wine
I'm there in her arms
But it's all in my mind

The snow is piled high on the highway tonight
I'm a ship lost at sea on this ocean of white
Eighteen wheels anchored somewhere out of Dover
I wish I could hold her
Instead of huggin' this old cold shoulder

This old highway
Is like a woman sometimes
She can be your best friend
But she's the real jealous kind
She's the lady that leads me
To the life I dream of
She's the mistress that keeps me
From the ones that I love
The snow is piled high on the highway tonight
I'm a ship lost at sea on this ocean of white
Eighteen wheels anchored somewhere out of Dover
I wish I could hold her
Instead of huggin' this old cold shoulder
God, I wish I could hold her
Instead of huggin' this old cold shoulder

We Bury the Hatchet

length: 3:05
mixer: Mark Miller
recording engineer: Mark Miller
writer: Garth Brooks, Royal Wade Kimes
Hey, all the neighbors lights
Came on last night
Just like they do every time
We have a little fight
It’s gettin’ to the point
We can’t get along
We’re always fighting about things
That should be dead and gone.

(chorus)
We bury the hatchet
But leave the handle stickin’ out
We’re always diggin’ up things
We should forget about
When it comes to forgettin’
Baby, there ain’t no doubt
We bury the hatchet
But leave the handle sticking out.

Well, I was kissing on cindy
Hey, that I won’t deny
But that’s a long time ago
I let a dead dog lie
But if you want to cut deep
How ’bout you and ol’ joe
I caught you down at the creek
Just ten years ago.

*chorus*
Hey, we got enough on each other
To wage a full scale war
If we could ever remember
What we were fightin’ for

*chorus*
We bury the hatchet
But leave the handle stickin’ out

In Lonesome Dove

length: 4:49
mixer: Mark Miller
recording engineer: Mark Miller
writer: Garth Brooks, Cynthia Limbaugh
She was a girl on a wagon train
Headed west across the plains
The train got lost in a summer storm
They couldn

The River

length: 4:27
mixer: Mark Miller
recording engineer: Mark Miller
electric bass guitar: Edgar Meyer
percussion: Kenny Malone
background vocals: Trisha Yearwood
writer: Garth Brooks, Victoria Shaw
You know a dream is like a river
Ever changin' as it flows
And a dreamer's just a vessel
That must follow where it goes
Trying to learn from what's behind you
And never knowing what's in store
Makes each day a constant battle
Just to stay between the shores
And I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Like a bird upon the wind
These waters are my sky
I'll never reach my destination
If I never try
So I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Too many times we stand aside
And let the waters slip away
What we put off 'til tomorrow
Has now become today
So don't you sit upon the shoreline
And say you're satisfied
Choose to chance the rapids
And dare to dance that tide
And I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Like a bird upon the wind
These waters are my sky
I'll never reach my destination
If I never try
So I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
There's bound to be rough waters
And I know I'll tke soome falls
With the good Lord as my captain
I can make it through them all
And I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Like a bird upon the wind
These waters are my sky
I'll never reach my destination
If I never try
So I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Lord, I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Yeah

Thanks to MonyWormtailPadfootProngs for the correction