Riding with Shadows

Rolling thunder, skies are gray,

The storm's calling, I’m on my way.

Dust beneath my worn-out boots,

A cowboy's path, no room for roots.

I rolled in on the storm,

Came with the shadow chasing the wind.

Guns on my hip, but my spirit’s worn,

From town to town, I lose and I win.

Old leather skin and these beaten-up boots,

Tell tales of the battles that I chose to pursue.

My hands rough like the roads that I ride,

A six-shooter by my side,

I’ll keep it tight till the day I die.

Smoky bar rooms where the whiskey flows,

With every shot, I can feel my soul’s close.

I'll never see fifty, I know that’s the truth,

But in the saddle, I’ll always find my youth.

‘Cause a cowboy like me rides alone,

Dies alone, never finds a home.

One day, this shadow will catch up with me,

And I’ll fire my last bullet, forever free.

Moonlight shining on a desolate trail,

With the wind whispering a lonely tale.

Been chasing freedom, and I've paid the price,

The cowboy’s life ain’t nothing nice.

Through stormy nights and endless strife,

I ride high, but it cuts like a knife.

Yet in the dust, my heart finds peace,

Each gallop, my spirit's release.

Smoky bar rooms where the whiskey flows,

With every shot, I can feel my soul’s close.

I'll never see fifty, I know that’s the truth,

But in the saddle, I’ll always find my youth.

‘Cause a cowboy like me rides alone,

Dies alone, never finds a home.

One day, this shadow will catch up with me,

And I’ll fire my last bullet, forever free.

So raise your glass, here’s to the nights,

To the wild wind and the fading lights.

I’ll tip my hat to the moon up high,

As I ride towards that endless sky.

With guns on my hip, I’ll face the unknown,

Through storm and shadow, I'll always roam.

My heart beats steady, my spirit won’t die,

A cowboy forever, till I take my last ride.