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Strings of the Midnight Ramble by Darrick

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Strings of the Midnight Ramble

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I’m the strings in the midnight ramble, wild and free, A natural born guitar man chasing destiny.
Through smoke and laughter, in the neon’s glow, I play what the restless winds refuse to show.
Under flickering amber lights in a roadside dive,
My fingers chase shadows where the lost souls thrive.
About earth fender whisper stories only night can understand,
Each bend and slide, the echo of a natural born guitar man.
The bars are patchwork, quilted faces warning truth,
Every tale a thread in the sweat and the blues.
I play the soundtrack of their silent aching plans,
A midnight ramble through heart aching lands.
I’m the strings in the midnight ramble, wild and free,
A natural born guitar man chasing destiny.
Through smoke and laughter, in the neon’s glow,
I play what the restless winds refuse to show.
Met a girl with eyes like the storm’s always see,
She danced with ghosts tangled in memories.
I sang her a lullaby of dust and dawn’s first light,
A song that carried her through the longest night.
The crowd sways like waves on a moonlit shore,
Each note a lifeline, every chord a door.
We’re strangers bound by the music’s tender hands,
Lost in the chords only a guitar man understands.
I’m the strings in the midnight ramble, wild and free,
A natural born guitar man chasing destiny.
Through smoke and laughter, in the neon’s glow,
I play what the restless winds refuse to show.
When the road curls away beneath the silver haze,
And silence wraps the night in a velvet maze,
My guitar hums the stories time forgot to tell,
A sacred language where broken hearts dwell.
I’m the strings in the midnight ramble, wild and free,
A natural born guitar man chasing destiny.
Through smoke and laughter, in the neon’s glow,
I play what the restless winds refuse to show.
So pour another round, let the music bend and sway,
In this old ballroom the guitar man will always play.
With every strum, I’m home and I’m free,
A natural born guitar man forever chasing the melody.
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