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Lyrics
[Verse]
Boots kicking dust on a nameless road
Sun sinking low where the prairie glowed
A wagon wheel groans
A tired horse sighs
Chasing the west where the promise lies
[Chorus]
I’m westward bound
Westward bound
The wind’s my map
The stars my sound
From the plains to the peaks where the wild runs free
A 90s kid with a heart of need
[Verse 2]
Sherman laid his law on the city kings
Trusts shattered like broken rings
But out here the sky's the only ceiling
No steel towers
Just open feeling
[Prechorus]
Heard of Wounded Knee
Two hundred miles east
The blood
The sorrow
The endless beast
[Chorus]
Still westward bound
Westward bound
The weight of news
The pull of ground
Through Wyoming's wilds to Idaho's streams
A 90s kid chasing frontier dreams
[Bridge]
Coal smoke rising
The iron rail moans
Men staking claims on what no one owns
The river whispers
The canyon calls
The west is freedom
The west is walls
Details
GeneratedAug 1, 2025
Duration3:33
Style
fiddle, rustic acoustic; banjo, and harmonica blend with a steady guitar rhythm for a nostalgic yet bittersweet tone, storytelling, folk
Credits
Prompt by
Cowboy_McCoy
Cowboy_McCoyModelAria v4
Prompt
I want to write a song about being a 90s kid, 1890’s. Going to west to new Wyoming. Sherman antitrust act curbed out monopolies. I heard about wounded knee 200 miles east of me but kept going to Idaho