Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Dust on my boots Red clay on my tongue I’ve been chasing this river Since I was young Coffee in a tin cup Hands cracked and numb Sifting through gravel Till my fingers go dumb [Chorus] And then I see it in the pan Like a promise coming true Gold as yellow as the western sun Breaking through the blue Warm as August on my face When the long day’s finally done Gold as yellow as the western sun Gold as yellow as the western sun (ohh) [Verse 2] Shovel hits gravel Echo off the ridge Wind hums a prayer Through the skeleton bridge I almost gave it up Packed my hopes away Then that soft little shimmer Turned the whole damn day [Chorus] And now it’s burning in my hands Like a story just begun Gold as yellow as the western sun Spilling over everyone Warm as Sunday on my skin When the hard work’s finally done Gold as yellow as the western sun Gold as yellow as the western sun [Bridge] I thought I came here for fortune For metal and for weight But it’s the warmth that found me Not the numbers on a slate That sky, that light, that glimmer All folding into one A handful of tomorrow And a pocket full of sun [Chorus] So let it shine across the pan Let it blaze on everyone Gold as yellow as the western sun Running wild where rivers run Warm as home inside my chest When the day’s last race is won Gold as yellow as the western sun Gold as yellow as the western sun
Tags
country, Warm Americana-folk groove; fingerpicked acoustic guitar and brushed snare, upright bass walking softly. Male vocals, intimate but confident, with a light country drawl. Fiddle swells in the chorus, subtle organ pad in the bridge. Energy builds from campfire-quiet in the verse to a wide, horizon-filling singalong in the hook, with tight two-part harmonies on the title line., warm
Duration
3:18
Instrumental
No
Created
1/30/2026