Big Sky Horizon

should feel like the windshield wide open, the road rolling forever, the sky towering above, It’s the payoff after all the history, grit, and storytelling — pure hope, freedom, and awe, Think of it like the “Friends in Low Places” slot on the record, but more soaring than rowdy

Verse 1 Morning breaks with a painted sky, Shadows fade as the sun climbs high. Mountains rise like a faithful choir, Singing the song of a heart’s desire. Chorus Big sky horizon, calling my name, Endless and open, never the same. Dreams ride the wind where the eagles fly, Hope is alive on the big, big sky. Verse 2 Prairie winds through the rolling grass, Stories of old in the clouds that pass. Every mile feels like something new, A promise kept in a sky so true. Chorus Big sky horizon, calling my name, Endless and open, never the same. Dreams ride the wind where the eagles fly, Hope is alive on the big, big sky. Bridge No fence can hold it, no line can bind, The horizon’s freedom lives in my mind. With every sunset, with every dawn, The sky reminds me to carry on. Final Chorus Big sky horizon, calling my name, Endless and open, never the same. Dreams ride the wind where the eagles fly, Hope is alive on the big, big sky. Tag Hope is alive… on the big, big sky.

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