Ghost Rider's Serenade

[Verse] There's a lonesome ridge where the moon don't shine, A rugged cowboy, with magic on his mind, Strumming his six-string, he's raising the dead, With a twang in his fingers, and a spell to be said. [Verse 2] His hat pulled low, shadows cloak his eyes, In the dusty trails where the spirits rise, Echoes of his melody, haunting the plains, Summoning old souls from their cold, silent chains. [Chorus] He's a ghost rider's serenade, playin' for bones, Whisperin' to tombstones, in melancholic tones, With his guitar pick and a dark, ancient spell, He's the outlaw of shadows, from heaven to hell. [Verse 3] Campfire flickers on endless nights, His notes dance with embers, conjuring sights, Of ghostly riders and long-forgotten kin, In the whispering wind, the underworld begins. [Bridge] In the rustle of the sagebrush, secrets are kept, A melody for the fallen, in eternity they've slept, He's a lonesome troubadour, in a world turned pale, With a song of resurrection, in a moonlit trail. [Chorus] He's a ghost rider's serenade, playin' for bones, Whisperin' to tombstones, in melancholic tones, With his guitar pick and a dark, ancient spell, He's the outlaw of shadows, from heaven to hell.