Saddle Nights and City Lights

{intimate fingerpicked acoustic guitar intro} (hummmmm) {warm slide guitar

swells} I used to wake to sirens screaming,

traffic backed up for miles,

Concrete sidewalks, crowded streets,

nobody wore a smile.

Nine-to-five beneath the skyline,

chasing one more dime,

But my heart kept hearing country roads calling all the time.

So I packed my boots and an old guitar,

Headed where the open pastures are.

{brushed snare enters} Now I’m trading city lights for saddle nights,

Watching sunsets paint the sky.

There’s a weathered barn and a front porch swing,

Where the stars shine bright all night.

Morning coffee with a rooster’s crow,

A good horse waiting by the gate.

I finally found where I belong,

Living that horse ranch kind of way.

The fences stretch for miles around beneath a Wyoming sky,

The horses run like freedom

with the wind blowing by.

Fixing fences, stacking hay,

boots covered up in dust,

Out here you earn your living with your hands and honest trust.

No honking horns, no neon signs,

Just coyotes singing through the pines.

Every trail reminds my soul,

This is the life that makes me whole.

{intimate build} I’m trading city lights for saddle nights,

Blue jeans, boots, and prairie skies.

Riding fences with my best old friend,

Watching eagles soar on high.

Every sunrise feels brand new,

Every sunset feels like grace.

I left the city far behind,

For this horse ranch life I’ll never trade.

So if you’re tired of all that noise,

And the rush that never ends,

Come find a little country road… Where your heart can ride again.

{fading acoustic guitar and pedal steel}