Underneath those wide open skies,
The stars whisper secrets as the daylight dies,
Faded trails twist through the wild,
Where every mile takes me back to the heart of a child.
Soft chords strum on an old guitar,
Echoing dreams and the tales from afar,
In the stillness of those moonlit nights,
I find my solace, my guiding lights.
With rustic warmth by the fire's glow,
I hear the stories of the ones I know,
Cowboy tales drift on the breeze,
Of dusty roads and the freedom to seize.
Amber haze blankets the rolling plains,
Reminders of love, heartaches, and gains,
As shadows dance under the night’s embrace,
I feel the spirit of a timeless place.
Each crackling laugh and the songs we sing,
Bring life to memories like a sweet offering,
In this land where the river runs deep,
We hold our passions, our dreams, and our keep.
Through faded trails and the laughter we share,
The heart of a cowboy, forever laid bare,
In every sunset that paints the dawn,
We find our way, where we all belong.
Underneath those wide open skies,
With dreams that linger and never say goodbye,
As the music fades but the memories ignite,
We find our way home in the still of the night.
Country
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