Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in fading light,
Boardwalk planks worn smooth and white.
Echoes drift on a western breeze,
Old Fort Worth and her memories.
Cattle horns and leather creaks,
A phantom stampede softly speaks.
The air still holds a smoky haze,
From long-gone, bustling yesterdays.
Stockyard ghosts walk these boards,
Whispering tales of lost rewards.
Sun-bleached wood and fading signs,
Forgotten dreams and shifting times.
The saloon doors swing slow and free,
A fiddler's tune for you and me.
Boot heels tap a rhythmic beat,
A heartbeat lost upon the street.
Stockyard ghosts walk these boards,
Whispering tales of lost rewards.
Sun-bleached wood and fading signs,
Forgotten dreams and shifting times.
A blacksmith's forge, a fiery glow,
Shaping iron, long ago.
The scent of hay and horses near,
Washing over, year by year.
Stockyard ghosts walk these boards,
Whispering tales of lost rewards.
Sun-bleached wood and fading signs,
Forgotten dreams and shifting times.
Lamps flicker, casting shadows long,
Where cowboys sang a rambling song.
Each weathered face, a story told,
Of courage bought and futures sold.
Stockyard ghosts walk these boards,
Whispering tales of lost rewards.
Sun-bleached wood and fading signs,
Forgotten dreams and shifting times.
The wind sighs low, a mournful plea,
Just shadows now for you and me.
Dust motes settle, soft and slow,
Fort Worth remembers, long ago.
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