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outlaw rider x event country and western

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country and western , produce by saundo

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(Whispered)

“Saundo… ride with me through the wild, wild west…”

Wild Wild West

Country & Western Story Ballad by Saundo

Verse 1

Dust blowin’ hard down an old red trail,

Sun goin’ down and the sky turned pale,

An outlaw rider with a scar on his face,

Came driftin’ slow into Broken Ace.

Sheriff was tired, town was scared,

Folks locked windows, said their prayers,

Piano stopped in the saloon that night,

When the stranger stepped beneath the light.

Chorus

This is the wild, wild west,

Where the good die young and the brave don’t rest,

Six guns smokin’ underneath the sunset sky,

Cowboys livin’ free and outlaws ready to die.

Through the desert storms and the tumbleweed crest,

Everybody’s searchin’ for gold and respect,

Yeah, legends are born where the eagles nest,

Deep in the wild, wild west.

Verse 2

A young boy watched from the stable door,

Dreamin’ of adventures and so much more,

He saw that outlaw tip his hat,

Said, “Kid, this world ain’t built for the weak or fat.”

Train whistle cried through the canyon deep,

Bandits moved silent while the town asleep,

Moonlight shined on the railway line,

Silver and danger both hard to find.

Chorus

This is the wild, wild west,

Where the good die young and the brave don’t rest,

Six guns smokin’ underneath the sunset sky,

Cowboys livin’ free and outlaws ready to die.

Through the desert storms and the tumbleweed crest,

Everybody’s searchin’ for gold and respect,

Yeah, legends are born where the eagles nest,

Deep in the wild, wild west.

Bridge

Horses thunder through the midnight rain,

Every man carryin’ heartache and pain,

Some chase glory, some chase gold,

Some just run from the things they know.

Final Chorus

This is the wild, wild west,

Where the spirits roam and the lost confess,

Campfire stories underneath the stars so bright,

Lonely riders disappearin’ in the night.

From the desert sand to the mountain crest,

Freedom’s the treasure they all loved best,

And the wind still sings what time won’t forget…

About the wild… wild west.

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