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Iron Road To The Western Sky

An A.I. song from ‪@HeadwindsAIMusic‬ about traveling across the U.S.A. coast to coast in the late 1800s on steam power trains. SUNO was asked to create an upbeat, steampunk style song at least three minutes long about the hardship and sense of adventure while traveling on the first steam engine rail lines across the U.S.A. from coast to coast. use instruments but don't reference the instrument name. Use Banjo, Harmonica, Fiddle, Acoustic guitar, mouth organ, squeeze box, honky-tonk piano, train whistles, and sound of steam. (folk, Upbeat steampunk folk with jangling Americana grit; brisk shuffle groove, layered plucky strings and wheezing reeds, train ambience and steam bursts woven into tempo, Verses stay story-driven and tight, with call-and-response gang vocals on key lines; choruses explode into stomps and claps, stacked harmonies, and whistling hooks, Mid-song breakdown leans into wheezy, metallic textures before a final, rousing singalong outro, Male vocals, acoustic, steampunk) Lyrics: Chalk on the ticket Grease on my hands Teeth of the track Bite into the land Steam sighs Sky shivers Metal heart starts to rise Bought one way East harbor haze behind me Crate full of tools Boot soles thin But they drum like a marching band Coal smoke curling Writing questions on the sand Crowd on the platform Faces all stamped with doubt “Boy That thing jumps the rails You won’t climb out” But the cogs kept turning Like a watch that wouldn’t lie I stepped on Chest burning For a different kind of sky [Chorus] Iron road to the western sky Rattle my bones Let the sparks fly high Every bolt singing “you might break” Every mile humming “you might make” Iron road Roll and never ask why We just lean into the shake Chasing down that western sky Day three Black dust In the seams of my lungs Cards on a crate Old man swears he’s young Says “lost three crops And a house to the river’s jaw Chasing rain Chasing jobs Now I’m chasing this iron draw” We rock through cut stone Fresh scars in the hill New town every sunrise Half-built Half still Kids wave from the siding Bare feet in the clay We wave back Knowing We can’t afford to stay [Chorus] Night wind leaks Through the gaps in the wall Metal teeth under us Chew Never stall A widow from Boston Clutches maps like they’re gold Says “back there They wrote my story This way It’s untold” We share dry bread Swap ghosts Share names She laughs at her fear Then watches the flames Through the grate That glow Licks every bruise Every scar Like a furnace that knows What brittle people are Every jolt says “leave” Every whistle says “stay” Every echo off the canyon Says “pay Or be paid” We’re a string of fragile cabins Tied to a runaway spark Faces pressed to the window Rolling straight through the dark Iron road to the western sky Rattle my bones Let the sparks fly high Every bolt singing “you might break” Every mile humming “you might make” Iron road Roll and never ask why We just lean into the shake Chasing down that western sky Climb Climb Over bone-white spine of stone Tracks like stitches Sewing coasts that never spoke Storm hits sudden Rain hammers rust and chrome We sway We swear This machine might carry us home What’s home Anyway? The town Or the try? The porch Or the road Where your fear learns to fly? “Hold tight!” As the floor begins to shake If the world splits open We’ll ride right through the break [Chorus] Then plains Wide plains Grass bowing in rows We chase our own smoke Where the tailwind blows Buffalo bones Gleam pale in the heat Old paths buried Under our iron feet Some nights I feel Them walking below Silent Patient Pacing our roll This line cuts deep Through stories never told Every mile I take I feel the weight And hold [Chorus] One wheel chipped Somewhere past Cheyenne dirt We stop dead Men cursing through torn shirts Hands black Shirt torn Sweat stings every cut We lean into stubborn steel And refuse to give up A girl from the last car Starts a rough Crooked tune Soon half the train Is howling at the moon Bare heels stomp On the boards till they creak Pain in every joint Joy in every shriek [Chorus] End of the line Salt in the distant air Golden edge of water Wind in my hair I touch the hot frame Whisper “we survived” You and your turning gears Taught my fear to drive. End Lyrics: