Western Dreams

[Verse] In a dusty old town where the tumbleweeds blow, Sits an old man on a porch, his hair as white as snow. We talked of the West, where the longhorns used to roam, With a voice like drifted snow, he made that world his own. [Verse 2] He spoke of high noon and saloons filled with cheer, Sipping whiskey from a flask, wiping off a tear. His stories wrapped in twilight, shadows from the sun, A time when life was simple, no need to turn and run. [Chorus] He said, "Ride tall and saddle up, the frontier never sleeps," "Out in the land of golden dust, where the sky and prairie meet." "Life ain't worth livin' without a sense of wild," "Keep the wind at your back and the heart of a child." [Verse 3] Now the beat gets slower, like a record's gentle hiss, Lofi hum, as memories blend, creating something bliss. The man's voice drifts like smoke, over beats so smooth, Each word a western quote that your soul can soothe. [Bridge] "Out here, a man settles his debts face-to-face," "In this land, it’s the code of the West you embrace." His voice fades into beats, like the crackle of a fire, The old scenes blend with rhythms, feeding a new desire. [Chorus] He said, "Ride tall and saddle up, the frontier never sleeps," "Out in the land of golden dust, where the sky and prairie meet." "Life ain't worth livin' without a sense of wild," "Keep the wind at your back and the heart of a child."