Out on the open road where the wild winds roam,
Rustic fences line the fields that I call home.
Underneath those starry nights, where dreams take flight,
A cowboy spirit dances free in the pale moonlight.
With a warm harmonica playing soft and low,
It speaks the language of my heart, where memories flow.
As I wander down these golden trails I’ve known,
A melody of love and loss, forever carved in stone.
Drifting clouds above, they tell a story true,
Of heartaches and of laughter, of the things we used to do.
With each soulful chord, I feel the years unwind,
In the whisper of the wind, the memories I find.
So here’s to every sunset, in hues of orange glow,
To the laughter shared around the fire’s warm show.
As the night begins to fade and the stars start to wane,
I’ll hold onto these moments, like the sweet summer rain.
Out across those wooden fences, I will carry on,
With a cowboy’s heart, I’ll wander ‘til the dawn.
For every trail I’ve traveled, and each song I’ve sung,
In the quiet of the night, my spirit’s forever young.
So let the warm harmonica play my heart’s refrain,
As I chase those drifting clouds, through the joy and pain.
With rustic fences guiding me, I’ll follow where love sails,
Forever searching for the peace on those golden trails.
And as the final chords dissolve into the night,
I’ll rest easy in the knowing, I’m always in the light.
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