Lyrics
[Verse]
Dust clouds rose behind the wheels
Through the fields and rolling hills
Uncle Darrel’s bronco roared so loud
Freedom sang beneath the dusty shroud
[Chorus]
Waynoka skies were painted gold
Stories of '84 never grow old
Four wheels spinning hearts alive
In that old bronco we learned to thrive
[Verse 2]
The wind would howl the sun would shine
A ranch of dreams in a simpler time
The laughter echoed through the air
Uncle Darrel’s grin said he didn’t care
[Chorus]
Waynoka skies were painted gold
Stories of '84 never grow old
Four wheels spinning hearts alive
In that old bronco we learned to thrive
[Bridge]
The scent of hay the creak of the seat
A life so pure it felt complete
Oklahoma nights stars so bright
Memories linger in the quiet night
[Chorus]
Waynoka skies were painted gold
Stories of '84 never grow old
Four wheels spinning hearts alive
In that old bronco we learned to thrive
Style
countrymale vocalsacousticnostalgic
Prompt
Remembering Four wheeling on the ranch in uncle darrel’s 79 bronco in the year of 1984 in waynoka Oklahoma, county western
Credits
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OnsiHumma
OnsiHummaGeneratedMay 28, 2025
ModelAria v4
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