Some Say He Was a Ghost – A Haunting Western Tale

Inspired by pages 256-257 of David Lavender’s One Man’s West (1977 First Bison Edition), this Western ballad tells the story of Long Tom, a cowboy with a mysterious past.

As storms rage across the desert, Long Tom takes refuge in an old shack, playing an abandoned piano while memories and emotions swirl around him like the wind outside. By the time the storm passes, he’s gone, leaving only a faint trace of his presence. Some say he was a ghost—a spirit bound to the land, forever wandering the desert.

Watch this cinematic Western visual unfold as Long Tom’s story is told through stunning desert landscapes, haunting piano melodies, and a cowboy’s final, quiet moments.

Inspired by Lavender’s poetic prose, this video brings to life a quiet but powerful moment of reflection in the unforgiving desert.

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Inspired by David Lavender’s One Man’s West (pages 256-257, 1977 First Bison Edition).

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Lyrics (as I wrote them- Suno doesn't always follow exactly as planned):
He rode in silent,
nodding his "hellos,"

A whole year passed, his voice seldom made a show.

But one rainy night,
when silent winds hit,
sheltered in a desert shack
at piano he did sit.

How that piano arrived at that very spot
is a story for another day, another plot,

But Long Tom went pale,
as if struck by a blow,
Gloves dropped, breathing, "God in heaven!
A piano."

How that piano arrived at that very spot
is a story for another day, another plot,

But Long Tom went pale, as if struck by a blow,
Gloves dropped, breathing, "God in heaven!
A piano."

Long Tom played, after a year of soft words, tight-lipped,
His fingers pounding notes, his silence suddenly ripped,
From absence to melody, Long Tom’s hands spoke,
And he was long gone by the time dawn broke.

Some say he rode east, chasing the rising sun,
A lonely drifter, from lost love, once outrun.

Tuned to a strain, a gentle, unforgiving refrain,
A life of silence, a tale only stars might explain.

Calloused hands played, dust coated his boots,
His number haunting, spirits rising like new shoots.

Wordless, but all who heard, felt his track,
By morning he’d vanished, never coming back.

Others say he’s searching for vengeance in a town named Alight,
Waiting for an old foe, ready for a fight.

He plays the keys as he waits in the night,
Pounding out notes 'neath the cold barroom light.

Long Tom’s stopped playing, but good stories live on,
A man without a voice, just here and then gone.

Not a word was spoken, but his tune remains strong,
And some quiet nights, you can still hear his song.

Some say he was a ghost, sent to haunt the plains,
A spirit bound to music, freed by desert rains.

Or maybe he was just the wind passing by,
Leaving behind only a piano’s cry.

Long Tom played, and then he was no more,
A cowboy, a wanderer, who left no lore.

But his song lingers on, through the wind and the sand,
A mystery that lives across this wild land.