**I’m Here to Save Zona**
(Verse 1)
Dust on my boots and blood on the fender,
Rode through the heat just to find her surrender.
They paved her with neon, they chained her with signs,
Turned rattlesnake country to strip-mall designs.
Zona’s been bleedin’ since the last real man left,
They sold off her soul for a condo investment.
But I got a six-string and a half-pint of fire,
And a heart that still beats like a funeral pyre.
(Chorus)
I’m here to save Zona, or die in the tryin’,
Burn down the billboards, send the bankers to cryin’.
Got whiskey for courage and sin in my veins,
I’m the last outlaw ghost ridin’ back through the flames.
Yeah, I’m here to save Zona…
Before the whole damn thing forgets her own name.
(Verse 2)
They tore up the jukebox, replaced it with screens,
No more Haggard or Paycheck, just infinite memes.
But I still hear the old songs hummin’ low in the wire,
When the desert wind howls like a barroom desire.
I’ll steal back the sunset they rented to brands,
Light up the cactus with contraband plans.
One match and a prayer, that’s all that I need,
To wake up the heart that the city made bleed.
(Chorus)
I’m here to save Zona, or die in the tryin’,
Burn down the billboards, send the bankers to cryin’.
Got whiskey for courage and sin in my veins,
I’m the last outlaw ghost ridin’ back through the flames.
Yeah, I’m here to save Zona…
Before the whole damn thing forgets her own name.
(Outro – spoken/sung low, with tape warble)
So if you see a black hat ridin’ slow through the glow…
Tell the vultures I’m comin’.
Zona ain’t ready to go.
(fade out on distant, detuned slide guitar and faint coyote howl)
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