Lions in the Night

Night falls over the dusty trail, shadows whisper low

Hounds are howling, hunting’s calling, ready, set, go

Rowdy saddles up his old mule, eyes sharp as a hawk

Mountain lions in the brush, moving silent in the dark

Hound dogs barking at the moon, noses to the ground

Chasing after shadows, where danger's always found

Race against the night, thrill of the chase

Wild hearts run free, no time to waste

Mountain lions and hunting under starlit skies

Rowdy and his hound dogs, where the brave reside

Courage in their veins, freedom in their song

In the wilderness, where they belong

Tracks in the dirt tell stories old and new

Echoes of the hunt, a primal truth

Hounds in the lead, ears up and alert

Crowd around the fire, hear the forest’s flirt

Night’s alive with tales, daring and bold

Legends are born when the wild unfolds

Mountain lions and hunting under starlit skies

Rowdy and his hound dogs, where the brave reside

Courage in their veins, freedom in their song

In the wilderness, where they belong

You hear the whisper of the wind, feel the life untamed

Through the shadows, through the dark, calling out their names

Ride the wind, chase the night, never backing down

In this rugged land, they wear their crown

When dawn breaks, the hunt is done, but the spirit’s alive

In the heart of the wild, they thrive

Mountain lions and the brave, in the stories told

Of the bold and the free, fearless and cold