I sit alone on this front porch blues,
The evening sun sets, casting amber hues.
A glass of whiskey in my hand, I pray,
As the southern wind carries my thoughts away.
I've traveled down this heartbreak road,
With every mile, another heavy load.
Each memory like a ghost in the air,
Haunting my heart with the weight of despair.
But there's a glow from the fire tonight,
A campfire story, it feels so right.
We laugh and share tales of love and loss,
Through the shadows, we still find the gloss.
In the distance, a lone coyote howls,
Reminds me of dreams I embraced like a child’s.
With a moonlit soul guiding my way,
I'll chase that cowboy dream come what may.
So pour me another, let the night unfold,
With every sip, my spirit grows bold.
We'll sing our songs beneath the starlit skies,
And find solace in the warmth of our ties.
As the embers fade and the night whispers low,
I’ll carry these stories wherever I go.
For every heartache leads to something right,
With friends by my side, I’ll embrace the night.
So here’s to the memories, the love we still hold,
In the warmth of this fire, our tales will be told.
With whiskey prayers lifting us high,
We’ll dance in the shadows, and never say goodbye.
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Front porch blues, Whiskey prayer, Heartbreak road, Southern wind, Campfire story, Moonlit soul, Cowboy dream