This song is part of the StorytellerZ event [Go West]. Be a character in Storyteller Ville. I identified myself as an aging gunslinger sitting on the porch in the city with a whiskey, fighting his inner demons. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 I’m sittin’ on the old saloon porch in Storyteller Ville, Whiskey glass in my hand, the sunset burnin’ still. Dust rolls through the street, boots and wagons goin’ by, I watch the town move easy, while my ghosts don’t let me lie. There’s the barkeep rollin’ barrels, whistlin’ soft and clear, The banker in his vest, never carryin’ fear. The blacksmith’s hands are dirty, but his soul is clean, And the merchant counts his money like he’s never seen a dream. But me… I got ghosts ridin’ deep inside, Faces in the smoke, voices in the night. Every shot I fired still echoes in my chest, These ghosts don’t rest, no, these ghosts don’t rest. The boards beneath me creak, swingin’ doors complain, Somewhere a child is laughin’, free from any pain. But my whiskey don’t warm me, it just shows me what I’ve done, A thousand eyes still starin’ from the barrel of my gun. And me… I got ghosts ridin’ deep inside, Faces in the smoke, voices in the night. Every shot I fired still echoes in my chest, These ghosts don’t rest, no, these ghosts don’t rest. One day they’ll take me, or leave me sittin’ here, Just a shadow on the porch, with a heart heavy as years. But ‘til then I’ll be watchin’, glass tremblin’ in my hand, A broken gunfighter in a ghost-haunted land. ‘Cause me… I got ghosts ridin’ deep inside, Faces in the smoke, voices in the night. Every name I carved still weighs upon my chest, And these ghosts don’t rest, no, these ghosts don’t rest. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 ⊱ ⊱⊱════ ✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ════⊰ - ⊱════ ✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ════⊰⊰⊰ 🎶 Wir haben eine Deutsche Community für Suno Artisten aufgebaut. 🎶 Wir sind die StorytellerZ und Du findest uns im Discord unter: 👉 https://discord.gg/pXKrJtmAe7 ⊱ ⊱ ⊱════ ✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ════⊰ - ⊱════ ✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ════⊰⊰⊰
