Starlight on the Six-Gun Road - Studio-Quality AI Music Generator by Tangra AI

Intro] [soft piano Distant choir “ahh”] Boot prints in the silver dust Blood on the buckle Blade gone rust Moon hangs low like a witness’ eye Crows draw circles in a smoky sky [Verse 1] He rode in late to a house gone quiet Kitchen chair smashed from a hopeless riot Name carved deep in the old porch rail Now just ashes on a midnight gale Sheriff drank fear with his midnight coffee Said “Some men vanish And some die softly” He tossed that badge on the saloon floor Took up the trail Didn’t speak no more [Pre-Chorus] Wind in his hat brim Whispering their names Every hoofbeat Hammering his shame (ohhh) [Chorus] He’s the ghost rider of the High Sierra Shadow blazing in a veil of dust Eyes like lanterns Burning terror To the wicked hearts that broke his trust When the sun goes down on every era You can hear that low Cold vow “Justice for the lost and torn By my hand By my horse By now” [Verse 2] They say he found them by a dry arroyo Cards half-played in a dim bordello Laughed at the law Called his grief a joke Till the floorboards shook and the lanterns broke Mirror flashed fire from his father’s buckle Thunder rolled in a one-man knuckle Three men begged under leaden skies He just answered with a steel-shot sigh [Pre-Chorus] Rain on their gun steel Hissing out their pride Every heartbeat Echoed “you can’t hide” (you can’t hide) [Chorus] He’s the ghost rider of the High Sierra Shadow blazing in a veil of dust Eyes like lanterns Burning terror To the wicked hearts that broke his trust When the sun goes down on every era You can hear that low Cold vow “Justice for the lost and torn By my hand By my horse By now” [Bridge] [strings swell Synth arpeggios rise] Years turned towns into rust and splinters Tracks froze over in the winter’s glare Still in the clatter of the midnight freight line You feel his boots on the upstairs stair Children trade tales by the potbellied heater “Leave a light if your soul ain’t pure” Cards never fall right for the cheaters When a pale man knocks at your back porch door (hey!) [Breakdown] [piano and slide guitar Soft choir] Some say he fell on the final canyon Horse and rider swallowed by the stone Others swear he rides that ridgeline Guarding every lonely home [Chorus] He’s the ghost rider of the High Sierra Shadow blazing in a veil of dust Eyes like lanterns Burning terror To the wicked hearts that broke his trust When the sun goes down on every era You can hear that low Cold vow “Justice for the lost and torn By my hand By my horse By now” [Outro] [full band Big harmonies] So if wrong’s done where the stars burn clearer Under skies too big for a simple town Call his name into the cold thin air He’s the law you feel But you can’t write down Ghost rider of the High Sierra Riding mercy Riding flame Where the guilty pray and the helpless tremble He signs the dark With a burning Name

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