Created for the game «LOTTO» from the TV channel «SUNO Loggia» https://t.me/sunoporusski We invite you to participate! Our cells are your hit! We play here: https://t.me/sunoporusski/7974 📀📀📀📀📀📀📀📀📀📀 [Intro: Distant wind, acoustic guitar arpeggio, lonely whistle] [Chorus: Grit baritone male vocal] At the hour when shadows lazily fall, The trail picks the one who will answer its call. For some it is fate to get lost on the way, For others it leads them back home at the end of the day. The road coils like a serpent, winding till dawn, Where the sheriff's star gleams, then it is withdrawn, Or the dark shade of a holster, mute and grim, But the outcome is one – death or a dream within. [Verse 1: Low weary male voice, bass-baritone, spoken-sung, slow tempo, dusty] I heard only the wagon's creak, and my heart beat in my head, But I marched on, clutching the Bible as I fled. My eyes in dust, my palms in blood… in the noonday shade, In a whisper I asked this barren land that never fades: "Who am I? A man? Or a trembling beast?" (Farmer: Spoken resolute low voice) I am a man! I'll reach that line, even if in this mud I'll cease. [Bridge: Spoken word, whisper, wind howling, distant coyote] And somewhere far a coyote cried, And rusty dust upon my boot did slide. Fate, like the trail that knows no return, Whispers in my ear: "No one is guilty here, so learn." [Verse 2: High raspy tenor voice, aggressive, fast galloping rhythm, shouted] My face is hidden by a black disguise, Reckless thrill is burning in my eyes. My loyal Colt whispered with fright: "Shoot now, don't turn your gaze!" I chose the ambush's dark embrace, forgot my family's blaze. I shout where fears all sink and where my sins burn bright: "Who am I? A man? Or a trembling creature in the night?" (Outlaw: Shouted defiant gritty voice) I have the right! This canyon will be my throne, or my grave in sight! [Verse 3: Gravely whiskey-soaked low bass voice, slow blues tempo, weary] The badge is tossed in dust so dry, the canteen holds bitter brew, My heavy conscience makes me sigh, a tired rein my hand holds true. The road coils like a viper's trail, the fort awaits with noose so tight, I call to Oregon's stars, and rasp before my lost fight: "Who am I? A man? Or a trembling creature in the night?" (Ex-Sheriff: Whispered broken low voice) I was just a beast when I served the law with blind devotion, Now I'm only a shadow in the shadow's ocean. [Outro: Spoken dramatic narrator, low voice, cinematic, fade out with wind and gun cock] Years have passed, the waters dried, With Oregon's red dust they're tied. At the crossroads the wind did sigh, Swinging a noose at noon on high. One – embraced by the sodden ground, Another – found home, freedom, and bond. The third – stayed a shade in the shade, A prairie ghost, without kin's aid. Everyone has their own trail, But the grass has covered the tracks, no doubt. And for each – a fate that will prevail, Where a campfire for family once burned out. The earth has claimed them all, Both who would quail and who stood tall. The prairie wind's howl… only sang, That every one of them to truth sprang. [End]
