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.