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“Galveston” – Glen Campbell & Steve Wariner

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Introduction

Whenever “Galveston” plays, it’s like stepping into a memory—a warm, vivid, almost tangible recollection of a place that feels like home. Glen Campbell, with his evocative voice, and Steve Wariner, with his precise guitar artistry, collaborate to turn Jimmy Webb’s composition into an enduring narrative that touches the soul.

This song, rich with emotional layers, transports you to Galveston, Texas, through the eyes of a soldier caught in the throes of war, reminiscing about his tranquil hometown and the love he hopes to return to. The melancholy woven into the lyrics, combined with Campbell’s heartfelt delivery and Wariner’s intricate guitar work, creates a poignant sense of longing and hope.

“Galveston” goes beyond being just a musical piece; it serves as a poignant reminder of the human spirit’s resilience. Its release during a period marked by conflict and change helped solidify its place as a poignant commentary on longing and the ache for peace. The song’s gentle yet powerful melody acts as a soothing balm, making it a refuge for those who seek solace in music.

The arrangement of “Galveston” cleverly balances subtlety and depth, allowing the listener to feel enveloped by the sounds, as if the waves of the Gulf are whispering in the background. It’s a musical journey that captures the essence of nostalgia, making the past feel present and poignant.

“Galveston” endures because it captures universal feelings—home, love, and the desire for peace—with simplicity and beauty. Whether you’re hearing it for the first or the hundredth time, Glen Campbell and Steve Wariner’s rendition invites you into a story that feels both personal and universal, a beautiful ode to longing and hope.

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Lyrics

Galveston, oh Galveston, I still hear your sea winds blowin’
I still see her dark eyes glowin’
She was 21 when I left Galveston

Galveston, oh Galveston, I still hear your sea waves crashing
While I watch the cannons flashing
I clean my gun and dream of Galveston

I still see her standing by the water
Standing there lookin’ out to sea
And is she waiting there for me?
On the beach where we used to run

Galveston, oh Galveston, I am so afraid of dying
Before I dry the tears she’s crying
Before I watch your sea birds flying in the sun
At Galveston, at Galveston

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