

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Two-lane ribbon through the prairie Gravel dust in the rearview glass Hand out riding on the wind Watching fence posts flicker past Wall Drug signs like old religion Coffee cooling in a chipped-up cup You said "Wait till you see those hills" Like the earth was opening up [Chorus] South Dakota in my veins Black Hills in my blood Granite faces watching over us Older than every flood If I get lost in all my days And I forget what I’ve become Point me west of the river Where the Black Hills call me home [Verse 2] Pine smoke sneaks through the campground Coyotes start their evening choir Red dirt on my broken sneakers Little sparks from the fire We carved hearts into deadfall branches Let the Milky Way spill down Said a prayer for the bison herds For every boom-and-bust gold town [Chorus] South Dakota in my veins Black Hills in my blood Granite faces watching over us Older than every flood If I get lost in all my days And I forget what I’ve become Point me west of the river Where the Black Hills call me home [Bridge] Snow in May Then August thunder This land shrugs and carries on Ghosts of miners Lakota stories Riding with us till the dawn (ohh) [Chorus] South Dakota in my veins Black Hills in my blood Granite faces watching over us Weathered But they never budge If I drift far from who I am And I forget where I belong Point me west of the river Where the Black Hills sing me home
Tags
Warm folk-country ballad, midtempo brushed drums and upright bass. Strummed acoustic guitars with a gentle mandolin line, male vocals up close and intimate. Choruses bloom with soft three-part harmonies and a subtle pedal steel swell. Dynamic arc from quiet first verse to fuller final chorus, leaving plenty of air around the lead.
3:22
No
1/31/2026