Dust And Echoes

Out where the wind writes stories in the sand,
And the night holds secrets in its weathered hand,
I walk with the ghosts of the songs I've sung,
Every word a bullet, every note a gun.
I am dust and echoes, shadows and flame,
A whisper in the canyon, a forgotten name.
From the gallows to the sunrise, I ride this road alone,
But the stories that I carry will outlive my bones.
There's blood in the river and smoke in the pines,
Truth in the cracks of the county lines.
I've danced with the sinners, prayed with the saints,
Wore the mask of mercy, and the devil's paint.
I am dust and echoes, shadows and flame,
A whisper in the canyon, a forgotten name.
From the gallows to the sunrise, I ride this road alone,
But the stories that I carry will outlive my bones.
The trail runs long, the night runs cold,
But I'll keep the fire, I'll keep the hold.
Through dust and time, through blood and water,
I'll never forget the face of my father.
I am dust and echoes, shadows and flame,
A whisper in the canyon, a forgotten name.
From the gallows to the sunrise, I ride this road alone,
But the stories that I carry… will outlive my bones.
I am dust and echoes, shadows and flame,
A whisper in the canyon, a forgotten name.
From the gallows to the sunrise, I ride this road alone,
But the stories that I carry… will outlive my bones.