Country - Dustin Vado
Steel strings twang
helpless moanings
of empty bottles
dead dogs
loves lost
and trains.
There is a banjo roaming
in every American prairie
where buffalo used to roam
and natives used to chant
their own songs of belonging.
A yoddle cries footsteps
of father's trail
to new generations of blazers
on the same dirty path
to a life of shadows burned in clay.
Forever plucking strings of rattler’s scales,
the ghosts of set stars
rise again in song.
helpless moanings
of empty bottles
dead dogs
loves lost
and trains.
There is a banjo roaming
in every American prairie
where buffalo used to roam
and natives used to chant
their own songs of belonging.
A yoddle cries footsteps
of father's trail
to new generations of blazers
on the same dirty path
to a life of shadows burned in clay.
Forever plucking strings of rattler’s scales,
the ghosts of set stars
rise again in song.