Six Legs to Sundown

[Verse 1]
Farm kid from a dust-ball world
Used to ride old speeder bikes
Now I’m sittin’ in a steel-backed beast
Rollin’ out to desert fights
Six legs on this rust-red plain
Cab full of burned-out friends
We joke about the storms ahead
Like trouble always ends
[Chorus]
I call her my six‑legged pickup
Climb in, boy, I’ll take you far
Through blaster fire and busted craters
Like a backroad full of scars
She ain’t fast, but she’s faithful
Keeps movin’ when the night gets mean
Just a worn-out AT‑TE
For a ranch-hand in machine
[Verse 2]
Captain’s barkin’ on the com
Says hold the ridge at dawn
I just pat this armored hull
Like a dog that’s gettin’ on
Got a holo of my hometown bar
Taped above these levers here
Someday I’ll park this walker down
Trade war dust for cheap beer
[Chorus]
I call her my six‑legged pickup
Climb in, boy, I’ll take you far
Through blaster fire and busted craters
Like a backroad full of scars
She ain’t fast, but she’s faithful
Keeps movin’ when the night gets mean
Just a worn-out AT‑TE
For a ranch-hand in machine
[Bridge]
If this ground gives way beneath us
If the sky comes fallin’ in (oh yeah)
They’ll sing about the heroes
I’ll toast the girl I’m thinkin’ of again
But carve on that old canyon wall
Where only starlight sees
“I loved that stubborn battle cow
Who carried cowboys through the heat”
[Chorus]
I call her my six‑legged pickup
Climb in, boy, I’ll take you far
Through blaster fire and busted craters
Like a backroad full of scars
She ain’t fast, but she’s faithful
Keeps movin’ when the night gets mean
Just a worn-out AT‑TE
For a ranch-hand in machine

country, Modern country with a playful, cinematic twist; male vocals. Brushed drums and twangy telecaster over a steady, mid-tempo groove. Verses stay intimate with dobro and soft organ pad; chorus widens with stacked harmonies and a sing-along feel. Subtle pedal steel swells and a half-time bridge give it a wide-open, “driving under big skies” energy.