This song has words—they just need to be written. In any case, you can use your imagination in the meantime. Here are the basics:
It’s a Western tune involving an outlaw, a bad guy (not the same thing), a saloon, a public hanging, and of course, a woman.
In other words, the usual. But first, a quick anecdote:
During college, my piano teacher Alex Tutunov would have us make up words to the melodies of Mozart, Beethoven, Prokofiev, etc as we were preparing for our recitals. This served to personalize our own interpretation of the melody, and also helped with memorization.
Alex claimed that on a particular occasion after one of his own concerts, a woman came up to him and guessed the words to one of the melodies he played, which he had made up himself, long ago.
You never knew if Alex was just messing with you; it was part of his genius to keep you on your toes and make you better. To this day, I’ve doubted the validity of his story.
But true or false, does it really matter? What excited me was the mere possibility that this could happen.
And sometimes, that’s enough.