From the recording Singing Cowboys Don't Talk
Singing Cowboys Don't Talk
Written by Kathy Stommel, Donna Ulisse, and
Ed Bruce and Ron Peterson for "The Last Cowboy Song"
Blue Roan Productions (BMI), Hadley Music Group (ASCAP)
ISRC: QT36D2400007
Total: 04:14.094
MUSICIANS
Jake Stargel - Guitar
Harry Clark - Mandolin
Jason Carter - Fiddle
Jeff Partin - Bass / Resonator Guitar
Nate Burie - Harmony
Donna Ulisse - Harmony
Producer - Donna Ulisse
Record Label: Blue Road Productions / Bell Buckle Media and Records
Recording Studio - The Gorilla's Nest - Ashland, TN
Engineer and Mixing - Chris Latham
GENRE: AMERICANA / COUNTRY / FOLK/ GRASSICANA
Song Bio: Co-Written with Donna Ulisse, Singing Cowboys Don’t Talk is a heartfelt tribute to my father, a man of deep emotions, intelligence, and success, yet one with whom I often struggled to communicate. I felt his immense heart most clearly when he was singing and playing his guitar. After his passing, I came to realize that our strongest bond was through music. My father often shared with me interviews with John Prine and YouTube videos of Willie Nelson and other country legends whose songwriting moved him deeply. When I visited him in Virginia, he would proudly invite me to perform in his Bluegrass circles, beaming when I sang. It wasn’t until after he passed that I fully understood the profound connection we shared through music—a bond that spoke louder than words ever could.
Lyrics
Singing Cowboys Don’t Talk
VERSE I
He was always a cowboy in my eyes
Though he spent his days in a suit and tie
At night he’d sip good whiskey with six strings in his hands
And when he sang he’d fly beyond the sky
VERSE II
His eyes would shine like a sentimental sea
As he sang a Gene Autry melody
I always knew he loved me though he never said the words
But he gave all he could offer cautiously
CHORUS
Singing cowboys don’t talk
Their souls are only found inside a song
You only see their heart when they play their guitar
VERSE III
Cause, singing cowboys don’t talk
I remember the thing that broke him down
I was there to hear that mournful sound
He lost his son, my brother on a cold and snowy night
His deathly silence fell on frozen ground
CHORUS
VERSE IV
At the end of his trail I said goodbye
And sang him the sweetest lullaby
I didn’t have to say a word, the music was enough
I put on his hat and began to realize
