Wyoming Three AM
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122 BPM, major key, warm earthy mid-tempo country/Americana. Core instrumentation: weepy dobro slide (replacing electric slide), tight clawhammer banjo, sun-weathered acoustic guitar thrum, woody upright bass, brushed snare with crisp backbeat, soft mandolin trills weaving around leads. Confident husky Southern male vocal with lived-in, rough-edged storyteller delivery, in the vein of Chris Stapleton and Sturgill Simpson. Narrative follows a third-generation Wyoming ranch hand driving his late grandpa’s dented pickup at dusk back to the homestead after a long season of fence mending, carrying a crumpled 1972 handwritten note tucked in his hatband, recalling small, quiet unspoken moments: sour mash shared on the porch, mended work gloves, wild sage in the wind, the quiet relief of coming home to the land that raised him. Warm, bittersweet, grateful, anchored in specific, tactile rural imagery, no overblown melodrama, rooted in quiet, uncelebrated love and legacy.
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[Intro] [Verse] Fence wire biting at my palms Singing quiet mountain psalms Dusk is bleeding through the glass Watching all the shadows pass Grandpa’s truck is humming low Got ten more miles to go [Pre-Chorus] Scrap of paper in my hat Telling me exactly where I’m at Ink is faded, date is old Worth much more than heavy gold [Chorus] It’s the land that raised me And the soil that made me Sour mash upon the porch Holding up a steady torch Mended gloves and wild sage Turning back a dusty page Coming home to the timber line Knowing all of this is mine [Verse] He kept the leather soft and worn Before the day that I was born I can feel him in the seat In the rhythm of the heat Every post I hammered down Miles away from any town [Chorus] It’s the land that raised me And the soil that made me Sour mash upon the porch Holding up a steady torch Mended gloves and wild sage Turning back a dusty page Coming home to the timber line Knowing all of this is mine [Bridge] Upright bass and a woody thrum Waiting for the dawn to come The creek is high and running fast Built a life that’s meant to last No more words need to be said With the stars above my head [Hook] The 1972 note Everything he ever wrote The 1972 note Keeping this old soul afloat [Chorus] It’s the land that raised me And the soil that made me Sour mash upon the porch Holding up a steady torch Mended gloves and wild sage Turning back a dusty page Coming home to the timber line Knowing all of this is mine [Outro]
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