Dust Can’t Bury a Man Who Keeps Riding

“You can lay me down… but I’ll rise in the saddle.”

The desert tried to take me, sun burned through my skin, But I ain’t made for dyin’, I was carved from within. The grave’s got patience, the night’s got teeth, But I ride on dust trails no death can keep.

Dust can’t bury a man who keeps riding, Storms can’t drown the fire in his chest. Every mile leaves another ghost behind him, But the saddle knows his soul won’t rest.

They wrote my name in stone, thought I’d be gone, But the wind keeps singing my outlaw song. Bullets fade, bones may bend, But a rider’s spirit don’t break, don’t end.

Dust can’t bury a man who keeps riding, No cross can hold the weight of his breath. Every trail is a hymn that keeps surviving, Every hoofbeat outruns death.

The earth can swallow bodies, But not a soul that roams. I ride where the dead don’t follow, This saddle’s my only home.

Dust can’t bury a man who keeps riding, The grave can’t chain the will to roam. As long as the wind keeps calling, The trail will lead me home.

“Keep riding…”

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