Westward Country

Acoustic folk ballad, A solo baritone male vocal performs with a single acoustic guitar, The guitar uses a fingerstyle technique, alternating between thumb-plucked bass notes and higher-register melodic fills, The vocal delivery is intimate and conversational, utilizing a natural chest voice with occasional vibrato on sustained notes, The tempo is a steady 85 BPM in 4/4 time, The recording features a high degree of natural room ambience, including background environmental noise such as passing vehicles and wind, The guitar tone is bright and resonant, characteristic of a steel-string acoustic

[Intro] [fingerstyle acoustic guitar, ambient outdoor noise] [Verse 1] [baritone male vocals] Singin' low as the guitar plays I don't know what words to say So I'll just sing whatever comes I don't need no rhyme or reason [acoustic guitar melodic fill] [Verse 2] The sun it sets under that western horizon Its pale light the last thing I see Before all the darkness Wraps itself warm around me I keep searching fruitlessly For that last pale light in the west [Chorus] Just fadin' light... Of a dyin' flame... That echoes out... Callin' my name... Leadin' me... Ever astray... Into that westward... Country... (I say...) Hmmm hmm hmmmm... Hmmm hmm hmmmm... Ohhhh ohhh ohh oh... [acoustic guitar melodic fill] [Verse] Humming low as the guitar sings, lost the words like wedding rings, faded now, faded out, just like the light trickled down... [Bridge] As the moon rises in the east, its pale light borrowed from the blazing sun, a faded memory, Of what was and again shall be in the morning... A morning... I'll never see... [Chorus] Just fadin' light... Of a dyin' flame... That echoes out... Callin' my name... Leadin' me... Ever astray... Into that westward... Country... (I say...) Hmmm hmm hmmmm... Hmmm hmm hmmmm... Ohhhh ohhh ohh oh... [acoustic guitar melodic fill] [Outro] [acoustic guitar melodic fill] [ambient traffic noise increases] [guitar fades out]

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