Saddle Storms - The Red Road Home

The Red Road Home | Saddle Storms |Saddle Storms Album

Some people are from a place. Some people are a place. The Red Road Home is a love letter to Wyoming written by someone who didn't just visit — someone whose family roots run six generations deep into the sagebrush. The Big Horn Mountains. Shell Falls. Wind River Canyon. Indian paintbrush on a hillside and a cow dog riding shotgun in a pickup bed. This isn't tourism. This is blood memory. Original by Saddle Storms.

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Wyoming doesn't coddle you. She'll drop a blizzard without a warning and dare you to survive it. And when you do — every single time — she reminds you exactly who you are. She never asked permission. Neither did I. - Original By Saddle Storms.

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[Verse 1] There's a homestead in the sagebrush that the young ones don't recall, And a red road on the interstate that answers every call. The Big Horn Mountains took my breath the first time and they still do, And somewhere in those canyon walls my name comes rolling through. [Chorus] Wyoming, you're a life you can't explain, Wild horses free and buffalo still on the plain. Cowboys hold the door and wave as strangers pass on by, You're the Indian paintbrush, you're the wide open sky. You take what you take and you give what you give— You're the only place I've ever known how to live. [Verse 2] A baby moose beside Shell Falls just playing in the sun, The Wind River Canyon on a snow-capped day just runs. The robin tells me winter's through, the calves are in the field, And a cow dog in a pickup bed is everything revealed. [Chorus] [Bridge] She'll drop a blizzard without a warning, Leave your hands numb by morning. Then a hot spring bubbles up from stone And she reminds you — you're home. Pure survival. Pure Wyoming pride. She never asked permission. Neither did I. [Final Chorus] Wyoming, you're a life you can't explain, Wild horses free and buffalo still on the plain. Cowboys hold the door and wave as strangers pass on by, Wind River Canyon, red rock walls beneath a rolling sky. You never made it easy, never made it soft— You're the red road home, Wyoming. The only one I've got. [Outro] When I see that red road I know where I belong. Wyoming took me in and she'll carry me on. She never asked permission. Neither did I. We were made for each other, Wyoming and I.

Written by Saddle Storms: https://SaddleStorms.com

About Saddle Storms: Wyoming-born outlaw country, western storytelling, rodeo soul, heartbreak ballads, and Code of the West honesty from six generations of ranch life.

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