Disclaimer: Don't own them, the song, or the title.
Author's Note: Second chapter review more and I will write more.
Last night you told her, you could never hold her.
'Cause a cowboy's just gotta be free.
Her heart was breakin', yours was achin,
But you saddled up to follow your dreams.
Jack woke up in Elizabeth's bed wondering how leaving would go. He knew that even though she knew he could never stay it still broke her heart and he hurt when she hurt. Putting on his hat and boots he left her house on the hill and rowed back to the Pearl.
Coffee on your campfire, wind through the barbed wire,
You huddle close to the flames.
Though she's far behind you, the night wind reminds you.
It just keeps on whisperin' her name.
Sitting behind his desk he held his bottle of rum, watching the flame in his lamp flicker. The wind whipping against his cabin spoke to him, all he could hear was her name. He knew she missed him but could he be missing her?
You can make a run for the border,
Try to hide up the hole in the wall.
But don't you know your arms are achin' to hold her.
And cowboy even though you're ridin' tall.
Cowboy you're riding for a fall..
Sailing away from the island he began to feel the pain of leaving. Hiding back in his cabin he drank himself into hiding wishing he could stay there forever but his need for freedom would never allow him to stay.
Midnight the moons up, hands around your tin cup.
The frost settles in on the sage.
The nights gettin' colder, well, man you're gettin' older.
T'night you're feelin' you're age.
Sitting on the railing Jack drank his rum and watched the moon rise high above the sea. He spent the next few hours thinking of how he had spent his life alone. Then and there he remembered how he vowed to himself that if he found the fountain of youth he would try to get Elizabeth to settle down in his way of course. Having her on the Pearl would be like old times and the kid would add some humor.
Well, why don't you turn back, just saddle up and backtrack.
You know you'll never find a love quite like hers.
And tell me, on a cold lonesome evenin', what the hell goods your freedom?
Don't you think it's time you hung up your spurs?
Running to the crew he woke Gibbs in a screaming frenzy. Giving his old friend the new heading he began to think how he was going to get her to come with him, plus there was the little issue of Will and the boy. Bring them here was the only solution.
You can make a run for the border, try to hide up the hole in the wall.
But don't you know your arms are achin' to hold her.
And cowboy even though you're ridin' tall...You're ridin' for a fall.
Cowboy, you're Riding For A Fall...
He knew what he had to do. He was done running, done hiding from the truth. He needed to be with her, Jack Sparrow had finally fallen and he had fallen hard.
If anyone can tell me the name of the two artists who sang the first two songs they can pick the third song. The third one needs to be from Elizabeth's point of view.