Deadwood Sons - Horses for Horsepower

**Intro** [Outlaw country guitar, banjo, stomping boots, deep 808 pulse building slowly, three male voices trading ad-libs] [Singer 1:] Back then it was saddle leather... — [Singer 2:] Now it's chrome and gasoline... — [Singer 1:] Different ride... — [Full Band:] (Same damn dream...) --- **Verse 1** [Singer 1 normal Lines and Singer 2 the (marked lines) duet Verse – country rap] [Singer 1] “Granddad rode a mustang down a prairie trail,” [Singer 2] “(I ride a V8 with a rebel yell.)” [Singer 1] “ He watched the stars to find his way,” [Singer 2] “(I got GPS tellin' me where to stay.)” [Singer 1] “ He packed whiskey in a saddlebag,” [Singer 2] “(I got cold beer chillin' in the back.)” Different century, (different scene,) Still chasin' freedom in a blue-jean dream. --- **Pre-Chorus** [Male Voice 2 – melodic country] The dust still flies when the wheels roll by, (The skyline changed but the reason's why...) --- **Instrumental Short Break** --- **Chorus** [All Voices – huge singalong hook, Big energy] We traded horses (for horsepower,) Campfires for neon after-hours. From the wild frontier to a blacktop road, Yeah.. (horses for horsepower,) Still carryin' the same old soul. Yeah, the hats sit lower and the trucks ride fast, But the heart of the West still ain't in the past. We traded saddles for a steering wheel, (Hoo) But freedom's freedom — and it still feels real. --- **Verse 2** [Male Voice 3 – country rap] Back then they dueled at high noon sun, Now everybody fights through a smartphone. Cowboys posted up by the general store, Now we're parked outside a convenience door. Used to write letters, wait for weeks, Now one text sends words across the seas. Different tools in a different age, Same human story, just a different page. --- **Pre-Chorus** [Male Voice 2 – melodic country] The names all changed and the towns grew tall, But some things never change at all... --- **Chorus** [All Voices – layered harmonies] We traded horses (for horsepower,) Campfires for neon after-hours. From the wild frontier to a blacktop road, Yeah.. (horses for horsepower,) Still carryin' the same old soul. Yeah, the hats sit lower and the trucks ride fast, But the heart of the West still ain't in the past. We traded saddles for a steering wheel, (Hoo) But freedom's freedom — and it still feels real. --- **Bridge** [Voices 1, 2 & 3 alternating, drums drop to stomp-clap rhythm] Voice 1: Old saloons became downtown bars... Voice 2: (Six-shooters turned to credit cards...) Voice 3: Gold rush dreams became stock market plays... All: (Everybody's still tryin' to find their way...) Voice 1: Different roads... Voice 2: Different names... Voice 3: Different rules... All: Same old game... --- **Verse 3** [Male Voice 1 – emotional country rap, bigger instrumentation] The frontier ain't a place no more, It's every risk you're willing to take for more. (Every small-town kid with a restless heart, Every engine firing before the start.) Maybe we're all just cowboys still, Trying to outrun another bill. (Looking for a sunset money can't buy, Under a wide-open American sky.) --- **Final Chorus** [All Voices – biggest moment, gang vocals, soaring harmonies] We traded horses (for horsepower,) Campfires for neon after-hours. From the wild frontier to a blacktop road, Yeah.. (horses for horsepower,) Still carryin' the same old soul. Yeah, the hats sit lower and the trucks ride fast, But the heart of the West still ain't in the past. We traded saddles for a steering wheel, (Hoo) But freedom's freedom — and it still feels real. We traded horses for horsepower... Still chasing dreams beneath the stars... We traded horses for horsepower... But the West still lives inside our hearts... --- **Outro** [Lone acoustic guitar, distant harmonica, highway ambience fading] Voice 3: (Different century...) Voice 2: Same dust... Voice 1: Same dream... All: (Ride on...)