MUSIC FOR SALE

Traded the siren's lonely song for the whisper of the pines Left behind the concrete canyons and their cold steel designs I used to chase a ticking clock in a suit of iron grey But the shadows of the skyscrapers just got in my way
Yeah, these Rocky Mountains are my home My spirit’s finally free! Yeah, these Rocky Mountains are my home Where I’m meant to be!
Now the wild west coast is in my blood, a river running deep I’ve got secrets in the cedar wood that I’m gonna keep Found my soul out here where the grizzlies roam this rugged land With a little bit of dirt on my boots and a guitar in my hand
High above the timberline, the air is thin and sweet I can see a thousand miles from the peak beneath my feet No more static on the radio, no more neon in my eyes Just the thunder of the waterfall and the open western skies!
Guitar Solo (Heavy, distorted blues lick with plenty of slide)
Chorus Yeah, these Rocky Mountains are my home My spirit’s finally free! Yeah, these Rocky Mountains are my home Where I’m meant to be!