(STYLE Memphis trap heavy rolling 808, dry snare, tight kick, restrained triplet hats, faint tape hiss, eerie atmospheric pad. Keep the beat roomy so every word lands. Deep weathered Southern baritone. Calm, sincere, determined—not shouted. Main cadence is a steady march-like two-pocket: 1-2 / 1-2-2, with elastic syllable packing. Keep it smooth and conversational, Let short lines hit like footsteps. Longer lines should roll across the same pulse without turning into double-time. Chorus opens wider and more melodic while keeping the march underneath.) [INTRO — sparse beat, low 808 fades in] Here I go again Back on the road again Missouri bound Back where the horses live [VERSE 1 — steady two-pocket march] Taken a chance Living my dream Truck full of gas Pocket full of dreams Western barn with Quarter Horses Sleeping in the Barn [VERSE 2 — same pocket, slightly more weight] Don't know where the road will end Hoping it to be permanent One last try One last blessing One last hope of living the dream I've been chasing a dream for three years Maybe this will be the final stop Maybe lease another horse Maybe getting the training I want Learn the trade the Western way [PRE-CHORUS — drums thin out, vocal forward] Will this be the blessing Will this be the curse Only God knows For He's the one that guides me [CHORUS — fuller 808, wider vocal, long lines glide] I'm blessed beyond all belief Asked God for another chance with the horses and now he's delivered the blessing to me This time I'm not giving up I'm pushing until my death [OUTRO — strip back to 808 and atmosphere] Here I go again Back on the road again Missouri bound Back where the horses live
