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Out where the red sun kisses the land,

I ride through the dust with reins in my hand.

The wind tells the stories of people before,

Of warriors and riders, of legends and lore.

Where the prairie rolls wide and the eagles fly high,

Under starlit skies and the big open sky.

With a heart like the thunder, wild and free,

The spirit of the West rides on with me.

Campfires are burning, the coyotes cry,

The spirits of ancients still dance in the sky.

I tip my old hat to the silence and grace,

Of the native souls who once roamed this place.

Where the prairie rolls wide and the eagles fly high,

Under starlit skies and the big open sky.

With a heart like the thunder, wild and free,

The spirit of the West rides on with me.

Feathers and saddles, stories untamed,

Different paths, but the soul’s the same.

Honor and fire in the eyes of the brave —

A land that remembers each hero and grave.

Where the prairie rolls wide and the horses run strong,

And the drums of the past still echo in song.

With the sun on my back and the wind in my hair,

The cowboy and the warrior still ride out there.