[Intro: Driving drum beat, biting telecaster riff, punchy bass groove, 118 BPM] (Deep gritty baritone, dry close mic, commanding presence) [Verse 1: Chugging acoustic rhythm, sharp telecaster accents] Left the narrow rooms behind me at the break of day, No lock or latch is holding me inside to stay. Out across the open ridge where the cold winds form, Taking to the high ground right before the storm. [Pre-Chorus: Snare building tension, bass driving forward] Let the thunder roll across the timberline, This wild and open country matches what is mine. [Chorus: Full band explosive drive, booming baritone, screaming guitar] Standing in the open, seasoned and storm proof, Don’t need four walls and don’t need a roof. Facing down the weather with a steady stride, Breathing in the clean mountain air along the ridge's side. Roots run deep through the stone below, Storm proof... letting freedom blow! [Instrumental Break: Aggressive telecaster lick, driving rhythm section] [Verse 2: Driving tempo, punchy bassline] The tall grass bends beneath the driving grey, Tearing every shred of old doubt away. I feel the wild wind rushing through the open plain, Feet planted firmly on the ground to meet the heavy rain. [Pre-Chorus: Snare building tension, bass driving forward] Let the thunder roll across the timberline, This wild and open country matches what is mine. [Chorus: Full band explosive drive, booming baritone, screaming guitar] Standing in the open, seasoned and storm proof, Don’t need four walls and don’t need a roof. Facing down the weather with a steady stride, Breathing in the clean mountain air along the ridge's side. Roots run deep through the stone below, Storm proof... letting freedom blow! [Guitar Solo: Screaming melodic telecaster solo, aggressive drums, full rock drive] [Bridge: Half-time heavy stomp, resonant chest voice] (Deep raw baritone, rising power) Some men build a shelter when the dark draws near, I’d rather take the ridge and wash out all the fear. You only know your timber when the squall turns wild, Walking through the tempest, unbowed and reconciled. [Chorus: Full band maximum power, booming baritone punch] Standing in the open, seasoned and storm proof, Don’t need four walls and don’t need a roof. Facing down the weather with a steady stride, Breathing in the clean mountain air along the ridge's side. Roots run deep through the stone below, Storm proof... letting freedom blow! [Outro: Extended telecaster run over heavy driving beat, gradually slowing down to a hard stop] (Deep gravelly baritone, spoken dry) Out in the open... Standing tall... Storm proof. [Sudden Stop] [End]
