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