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Fire, Salt, and Eighty Years 2 by Firebird

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Fire, Salt, and Eighty Years 2 by Firebird - Cinematic Americana Folk-Rock Anthem music cover art

Fire, Salt, and Eighty Years 2

Cinematic Americana Folk-Rock Anthem

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[Verse 1]
There's a hat by the doorway,
Boots by the chair,
A golden dog sleeping
Like he's always been there.
The morning comes easy
Through the New Mexico light,
And a beard like an old wizard
Catches silver and white.
He don't say much about yesterday,
Though he's lived enough for ten,
Just tips his hat and smiles
And gets on with it again.
[Chorus]
Fire, salt, and eighty years,
Sun, wind, and laughter.
Some New Mexican pride,
With Aloha ever-after, from the inside.
From the islands to the high desert,
He's walked both far and near.
Built a life worth singing about,
Through fire, salt, and eighty years.
[Verse 2]
The ocean taught him patience,
The desert taught him grit.
Both left their mark upon him,
And he's stronger still for it.
His hands have carried burdens,
His heart has carried more.
And once he walked through flames
To bring two people from the floor.
The fire took its payment,
Left its story on his skin,
But some men wear their courage
Without ever speaking it.
[Chorus]
Fire, salt, and eighty years,
Sun, wind, and laughter.
Some New Mexican pride,
With Aloha ever-after, from the inside.
From the islands to the high desert,
He's walked both far and near.
Built a life worth singing about,
Through fire, salt, and eighty years.
[Bridge]
Some folks measure living
By the things they've gathered up.
Some by money, some by titles,
Some by fortune, some by luck.
But eighty years have shown us
A better way to stand:
Leave the world a little brighter
Than the day your life began.
[Final Chorus]
Fire, salt, and eighty years,
Golden light at sunset.
A faithful dog beside him,
No sign of slowing yet.
Cowboy boots and island roots,
Still steady through the years.
Here's to the man you've always been.
Fire, salt, and eighty years.
[Outro]
The ocean's in his laughter,
The desert's in his hands.
And both still ride with him
Across this hell hole land.