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Where the Wind Knows My Name Written and Produced by Tim Vogel. ©2025 Wheels of Hope Productions, LLC. All rights reserved. Verse 1 Morning comes quiet on a cold, pale wind, Fire’s turned to ash, and the day rides in. Pull my coat tight—years weigh me down, The only thing that knows me is this saddle I’ve found. No one waits at the bunkhouse door, Just dust and echoes on the cabin floor. Verse 2 Fence line’s broken where the winters crawl, Cattle drift like shadows through the mesquite and all. Ain’t no Sunday crowds, no rodeo lights, Just leather and silence and lonesome nights. I whisper to the bay like an old lost friend, The wind don’t answer, the sky won’t bend. Pre-Chorus Had brothers in the saddle once, Time takes more than it gives back. You start to wonder if the wind Even knows you’re still here. Chorus Out here, the dirt remembers boots from men who rode before, I ain’t chasing glory, just a life I can’t ignore. Where the wind knows my name, in a voice I can’t command, Ain’t much left to say when the saddle understands. Verse 3 Buried good friends by the cottonwood roots, Watched storms roll in like the harshest truths. Some left this life for a warm bed in town, Some faded like smoke when the sun went down. Me—I kept ridin’ with no plan in hand, Just a horse, a fire, and two rough hands. Pre-Bridge When the stars burn low and the coyotes sing, Every mile feels heavy like a broken wing. Bridge If the Good Lord calls, He’ll find me quiet, Somewhere between the fences and the night. My name might fade, but the wind don’t care— It just carries what was never meant to stay anywhere. Chorus Out here, the dirt remembers boots from men who rode before, I ain’t chasing glory, just a life I can’t ignore. Where the wind knows my name, in a voice I can’t command, Ain’t much left to say when the saddle understands. Outro So I’ll ride ‘til the cold takes the fire from my veins— And let the wind and God be the only ones Who remembers my name. #CountryMusic #Americana #FolkMusic #CowboyLife #WesternVibes #SadCountrySongs #StorytellingSongs #LonesomeCowboy #AcousticVibes #RusticAesthetic #NewCountryRelease #SingerSongwriter #emotionalmusic