Gertie galloped for one last round,
Before breaking up and crashing into the Sound;
I was left stranded on the Tacoma side,
While somewhere in Gig Harbor, my lover had cried.
Our worlds were connected on the 1st of July,
By that bridge which would swagger and sway;
I met her at the Dance Hall down in the Harbor;
Drove across to see her almost every day.
The winds of that Autumn were awful severe;
The bridge would close down for a while;
I would wait in my truck until Gertie grew calmer,
But she certainly was cramping my style.
On November 7th she did more than just shake,
As she twisted like a fragile tree limb;
The galloping was too much as she started to break,
I was tempted to jump in and swim.
Phone calls were not enough to keep us together,
The ferries were too far away;
The narrows remained bridgeless due to the weather,
Until after her wedding day.
Galloping Gertie is to blame for my sorrows,
And the reason I am still a bachelor today;
I saw my future crumble into the Narrows,
On that damn, windy November day.