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Ghosts of the Past Won't Rest - West Coast AI (Gothic Western Rock)

"Ghosts of the Past Won't Rest" tells the haunting story of a lone cowboy tormented by nightmares as he travels through a desolate desert landscape. Plagued by memories and ghostly apparitions of his past, he finds no peace as he rides under the pale moonlight. The song captures his struggle with inner demons and the haunting echoes of lost love, painting a vivid picture of a man trapped by the shadows of his own mind. Lyrics: Verse 1: In the dusty town at sundown, shadows start to creep, A lone cowboy rides the plains, but he finds no sleep. With a haunted heart and a mind that's lost its way, He hears the whisper of the wind, calling him to stay. Chorus: In the land where the ghosts of the past won't rest, A cowboy's nightmares ride the night, putting him to the test. With a pistol by his side and the moon hanging high, He's haunted by the spirits of the ones who said goodbye. Verse 2: Through the canyons dark and deep, his horse knows the trail, But the cowboy's eyes are hollow, his face so pale. Every rustle in the brush, every howl of the coyote's cry, Echoes of a forgotten time, of a love that died. Chorus: In the land where the ghosts of the past won't rest, A cowboy's nightmares ride the night, putting him to the test. With a pistol by his side and the moon hanging high, He's haunted by the spirits of the ones who said goodbye. Verse 3: Beneath the starlit sky, he finds no peace or grace, Every shadow seems to wear a familiar face. Lost in a maze of memories, he can’t escape, Bound by the chains of regret and fate. Chorus: In the land where the ghosts of the past won't rest, A cowboy's nightmares ride the night, putting him to the test. With a pistol by his side and the moon hanging high, He's haunted by the spirits of the ones who said goodbye. Bridge: He dreams of a woman with eyes like the stormy sky, Her voice a lullaby, now a mournful cry. Her hand reaches out, but they're miles apart, Chained to the memories that tear at his heart. Verse 4: The campfire's embers fade, as the night grows cold, The cowboy's stories untold, his soul growing old. In the silent prairie, where the tumbleweeds blow, He rides with his demons, with nowhere to go. Chorus: In the land where the ghosts of the past won't rest, A cowboy's nightmares ride the night, putting him to the test. With a pistol by his side and the moon hanging high, He's haunted by the spirits of the ones who said goodbye. Outro: As the dawn breaks the night, painting the sky blood red, The cowboy rides on, with the ghosts in his head. For in the land where the night never ends, A cowboy's haunted dreams are his only friends. #GothicWestern #HauntedCowboy #DesertNightmares #GhostsOfThePast #EerieBallad