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Lyrics
[Verse]
Out where the fence posts lean
Crooked and tall
The wind hums a tune 'cross the dust in the hall
Where shadows of tractors grow long in the haze
Out where cowboys and Indians weren't played
[Chorus]
It wasn't the West
But it sure felt wide
No mountains to climb
Just fields to divide
We dreamed of a world that would carry our name
Out where cowboys and Indians weren't played
[Verse 2]
The barn smelled of hay and last season's regret
A creek full of whispers we tried to forget
The swing on the oak tree still creaked when it swayed
Out where cowboys and Indians weren't played
[Prechorus]
Dreams turned to echoes
Then echoes to rust
And promises faded like moths in the dusk
[Chorus]
It wasn't the West
But it sure felt wide
No mountains to climb
Just fields to divide
We dreamed of a world that would carry our name
Out where cowboys and Indians weren't played
[Bridge]
Some nights the moon would turn silver to gold
We'd chase down the stars like the stories we told
But the games we invented
The truths that we made
Were ours
Out where cowboys and Indians weren't played
Details
GeneratedNov 24, 2025
Duration3:04
LanguageEnglish
Style
acoustic, male vocals, warm, country, nostalgic, fingerpicked guitar, heartfelt, soft piano accents, folk, soft
Credits
Prompt byRedRiverRecords
ModelAria v5
Prompt
nostalgic; fingerpicked guitar, male vocals, acoustic, warm, soft, heartfelt, warm male vocals, folk, soft piano accents, country, nostalgic
Out where Cowboys and Indians werent played
