Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] 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. [Verse 1] 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. [Pre-Chorus] 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. [Chorus] ‘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. [Verse 2] 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. [Pre-Chorus] 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. [Chorus] ‘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. [Bridge] 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. [Outro] 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.
Tags
Cowboy Country, deep voice, acoustic guitar, harmonica
Duration
3:45
Instrumental
No
Created
5/8/2025