The sun sets slow on a painted sky
Boots kick dust as I’m rolling by
Memories hang like a worn-out coat
Every mile, another song I wrote


Wind at my shoulder, hope in my chest
Dreams in my pocket, I ride with the west


Riding down the old dusty road
Where the fence posts lean and the stories grow
I got miles to wander, nowhere to go
Just me, my old hat, and the wind I know


Coyotes calling from the distant blue
Picture of home in the shape of you
Lonesome whistle of an evening train
Carries my heart through the open plain


Dust on my boots and sun on my face
Out here alone, I still find my place

Riding down the old dusty road
Where the fence posts lean and the stories grow
I got miles to wander, nowhere to go
Just me, my old hat, and the wind I know


And when the stars light up the night
I’ll lay my head by the campfire’s light
The open sky, it calls my name
Tomorrow’s road, it feels the same

Riding on... down the old dusty road