BeatsByBier Rockin’ the Wild West

Описание: Verse 1
Well he rides in at sundown on a six-string scream,
Boots full of dust, got a rebel dream,
Spurs go jingle like a backbeat drum,
Sheriff tips his hat sayin’ “boy, here he comes.”

Neon moon in a whiskey town,
Saloon doors shake when he plugs it down,
From Amarillo to Tombstone’s edge,
He’s got a pick, a prayer, and a poker pledge.

Pre-Chorus
Ain’t scared of trouble, ain’t scared of fame,
Plays that guitar like a loaded .44 aimed—

Chorus
He’s rock and rollin’ the Wild West,
Leather and denim on a runaway crest,
Turnin’ tumbleweeds into radio gold,
Yeah, he’s young, loud, and born too bold,
From the prairie sky to the canyon echo,
He’s rock and rollin’ the Wild West, oh!

Verse 2
Train tracks hum like a vinyl spin,
Grease on his hands, fire in his grin,
Jukebox rattles, barroom flies,
Every chord sounds like a war cry.

Outlaws stop just to tap their feet,
Even the ghosts line up in the street,
Grandpa’s country, Elvis’ sneer,
Mixed with a little frontier fear.

Pre-Chorus
Mama said, “Son, don’t tempt your fate,”
But the amp goes to ten—guess it’s too late—

Chorus
He’s rock and rollin’ the Wild West,
Shotgun rhythm beatin’ in his chest,
Turnin’ campfires into stages of stone,
Yeah, the desert’s never felt this tone,
From the prairie sky to the canyon echo,
He’s rock and rollin’ the Wild West, oh!

Guitar Solo
(twang meets distortion, horse hooves meet drums)

Bridge
Six-shooter nights, sunrise chords,
Writing his name on saloon boards,
If freedom’s a sound, it’s loud and raw,
Born in the dust, raised by the lawless draw.

Breakdown
Stomp your boots, clap your hands,
Let the outlaw band take a stand—

Final Chorus
Yeah, he’s rock and rollin’ the Wild West,
Rattlesnake rhythm, no time to rest,
Past meets future in a wildfire tone,
Yeah, this land never rocked alone,
From the prairie sky to the canyon echo,
He’s rock and rollin’ the Wild West—

Outro
When the stars lean low and the night’s undone,
You’ll hear that guitar and know he won