Banjo rocks [Go West-STTZ MINIEVENT]

banjo, fife + sita, Mood: Earthy, mystical, lonesome, soulful Vocal Style: slightly smoky cracked, very old deep smoky gentle male voice, slightly smoky, backround banjo, add western harmonica

V4.5+

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[Instrumental]
[Intro – sitar, banjo picking begins]

[Verse 1]
Dust on his hat, sun in his eyes
rides where the prairie meets the skies
No gold in his bag, no town to call home
just the wind and the tunes he calls his own

[Pre-Chorus]
They laughed at his coat full of patches and thread
but stayed for the music, and the stories he bled

[Chorus]
His shoes had holes
this cowboy had no socks
his gun killed no souls
but his banjo rocks

[Hook 1 – rhythmic, half-spoken]
He don’t shoot, he strums
rides slow, never runs
Where the bullets should be
he’s got melodies.

[Verse 2]
He don’t play for riches, don’t play for fame
just sings to the silence, and calls it by name
Campfires and stars are his only crowd
but the moon hums low, and the coyotes howl loud.

[Pre-Chorus] [Instrumental: Sitar]
His hands are weathered, his voice cracked and low
but each note he plays makes the wildflowers grow.

[Chorus] [Interlude-Banjo]
His shoes had holes
this cowboy had no socks
his gun killed no souls
but his banjo rocks.
[Interlude - Sitar+banjo]

[Hook 2 – chant-style with groove]
No trigger, just strings
no blood, just songs
He fights with sound
and the sound lives long.

[Bridge – atmospheric, fife and sitar interlude] 
Legends don’t always ride stallions of steel
some just leave echoes that feel more than real
He’s a ghost in the canyon, a hum in the breeze
a rhythm in footsteps, a prayer in the trees.

[Final Chorus – layered harmony] [Interlude-Banjo]
His shoes had holes
this cowboy had no socks
his gun killed no souls
but his banjo rocks.

[Outro – slow fade, solo banjo and sitar drone]
He never wore spurs, never chased gold flocks
just played to the dusk
and man...
his banjo rocks.

[Instrumental]

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