Ghost Riders Last Roundup

作曲：Levi Stoker

作词：Levi Stoker

The canyon is a throat that's forgotten how to sing

And the winter's got a bite that the summer couldn't sting

The hood is just a memory of dust and thunderclaps

Lost in the draws and the rocky mountain gaps

My mouth is limping heavy favored on the right

Just a tired piece of leather fading into night

But I ain't looking for a stable or a soft feather bed

I'm just following the ghost trail living in my head

One for the saddle two for the spur

By the time I hit three the edges start to blur

Oh it's the ghost rider's last round up out on the rim

Where the sky is bleeding orange and the light is getting dim

The horses stumble blind and the cattle are all gone

But the silhouette is holding out against the coming dawn

Yeah the ride might be over and the sense might be thin

But the legend's just starting where the man is giving in

I see the porch lights flicker in nevada down below

People trading in their spirit just to watch the garden grow

They think I'm just a shadow or a ** of tired eyes

A jacket piece of static in the purple blue skies

But I'm a heavyweight survivor on a high desert stage

The only living witness to a golden blooded age

Oh it's the ghost rider's last round up out on the real

Where the sky is bleeding orange and the light is getting dim

The horses stumble blind and the cattle are all gone

But the silhouette is holding out against the coming dawn

Yeah the ride might be over and the saints might be thin

But the legend just starting where the man's giving in

Keep on riding

The canvas is sticky but the spirit is clean

I'm the toughest damn rebel that this world's ever seen

I ain't out of breath I'm just finding my second wind

Last round up silhouette cup horizon's edge

The final place

See that sun now