About the song
There’s something undeniably poignant about a classic country song performed by two legendary artists. Willie Nelson and Shania Twain brought that magic to life with their rendition of the timeless ballad, “Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain”. This duet, featured on Nelson’s 2003 live album, Live & Kickin’: Willie Nelson and Friends, is a testament to the enduring power of country music.
Written by the legendary songwriter Fred Rose, “Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain” is a heart-wrenching tale of lost love. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of a heartbroken individual, finding solace in the solitude of a rainy day. It’s a song that has resonated with countless listeners over the decades, and Nelson and Twain’s interpretation adds a fresh layer of emotion to this classic.
Willie Nelson, with his distinctive raspy voice and soulful guitar playing, is the quintessential country troubadour. His deep, resonant vocals lend a sense of authenticity to the song, while his harmonica solo adds a touch of melancholy. Shania Twain, known for her powerful vocals and crossover appeal, brings a contemporary edge to the traditional ballad. Her harmony with Nelson is both beautiful and unexpected, creating a truly unique listening experience.
The pairing of Nelson and Twain may seem unconventional at first glance, but their voices blend together seamlessly. Nelson’s seasoned vocals provide a comforting, familiar backdrop, while Twain’s youthful energy adds a touch of excitement. This combination creates a dynamic contrast that keeps the listener engaged from start to finish.
“Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain” is more than just a song; it’s a journey through the emotions of heartbreak and longing. The duet between Nelson and Twain is a masterclass in vocal harmony and storytelling. If you’re a fan of classic country music, or simply appreciate a well-crafted love song, this is a track you won’t want to miss.
Video
Lyrics
Now the red-headed stranger from Blue Rock, Montana
Rode into town one day
And under his knees was a ragin’ black stallion
And walkin’ behind was a bay
And the red-headed stranger had eyes like the thunder
And lips that were sad and tired
And his little lost love lay asleep on the hillside
And his heart was heavy as night
So, don’t cross him, don’t boss him
He’s wild in his sorrow
He’s ridin’ and hidin’ his pain
Don’t fight him, don’t spite him
Just wait ’til tomorrow
Maybe he’ll ride on again
A yellow-haired lady leaned out of her window
And watched as he passed her way
She drew back in fear at the sight of the stallion
But cast greedy eyes on the bay
But how could she know that this dancin’ bay pony
Meant more to him than life?
For this was the horse that his little lost, darlin’
Had ridden when she was his wife
So, don’t cross him, don’t boss him
He’s wild in his sorrow
And he’s ridin’ and hidin’ his pain
Don’t fight him, don’t spite him
Just wait ’til tomorrow
Maybe he’ll ride on again
And the yellow-haired lady came down to the tavern
And looked up to the stranger there
And he bought her a drink, and he gave her some money
Well, he just didn’t seem to care
She followed him out as he saddled his stallion
And laughed when she grabbed at the bay
But he shot her so quick, they had no time to warn her
And she never heard anyone say
Don’t cross him, don’t boss him
‘Cause he’s wild in his sorrow
He’s ridin’ and hidin’ his pain
Don’t fight him, don’t spite him
Just wait ’til tomorrow
Maybe he’ll ride on again
The yellow-haired lady was buried at sunset
And the stranger went free, of course
For you can’t hang a man for killin’ a woman
Who’s tryin’ to steal your horse
Now this is the tale of the red-headed stranger
But if he should pass your way
Stay out of the path of the ragin’ black stallion
And don’t lay a hand on the bay
And don’t cross him, don’t boss him
‘Cause he’s wild in his sorrow
He’s ridin’ and hidin’ his pain
Don’t fight him, don’t spite him
Just wait ’til tomorrow
Maybe he’ll ride on again
And there was a time of the preacher
In the year of ’01
Just want you to think is all over
It’s only begun
Thank you very much
