Out where the cactus brush meets the sky,
A lone rider with dreams, letting time slip by.
A broken saddle and a heart full of scars,
Chasing the sunset, counting the stars.
The desert winds whisper tales of the past,
Of nights by the fire, where friendships could last.
With cowboy pride, I saddle my dreams,
The distant hills calling, or so it seems.
Restless spirit, I roam this land wide,
From the ghost towns to rivers, in the canyon I confide.
With each gallop forward, a journey unfolds,
In the silence of twilight, my story is told.
Oh, the shadows stretch long across the sand,
The echoes of laughter, like dust in my hand.
I ride through the valleys where the wildflowers grow,
With a heart that's been battered, but never let go.
So here’s to the nights when the stars shine bright,
To the tales of the cowboys who lived for the fight.
Through the hardships and trials, I carry the flame,
In a world full of wanderers, I'm proud of my name.
As the moon rises high and the coyotes cry,
I find my redemption beneath the open sky.
With a broken saddle and a spirit so free,
The lone rider's journey is where I’ll always be.
So let the winds carry me where the wild things roam,
For in this vast desert, I finally feel home.
And as the horizon fades into a deep, gentle shade,
I know in my heart, it's a life well-made.
Country
Lone rider, broken saddle, desert winds, cowboy pride, distant hills