Salt on the Wind

Modern country. Old soul. Turn it up. Let it roll. ================================================ FREE TO USE MUSIC LICENSE You are free to use this music in your videos, streams, and other content. ✔ Monetization allowed ✔ Credit appreciated but not required If you would like to credit: Music: "Song Name" by DustlineRadio Channel: https://youtube.com/@DustlineRadio Restrictions: * Do not reupload the music as a standalone track. * Do not claim the music as your own. * Do not upload the track to music streaming platforms (Spotify, Apple Music, etc.). ================================================= Lyrics: Salt on the Wind Verse 1 I was raised where the red dirt meets the pines But the tide kept calling somewhere down the line Traded fence posts for a rolling deck And a bottle of rum for a broken neck Now the gulls cry loud where the cold waves bend And the stars look different out here, my friend Chorus There’s salt on the wind and dust on my boots Half of my heart’s in the hills I knew The other half’s chasing a horizon line Where the whiskey’s cheap and the waters shine I ain’t a pirate, just a wandering man With a rope in my hand and a song for the land If the tide goes out and the sky turns gold I’ll sing of the places my heart still holds Verse 2 Captain says the storm’s gonna roll in fast But I’ve seen worse nights in my country past Lightning dancing on the ocean wide Looks like summer storms on the county side I pick that guitar when the watch gets slow And the boys all hum to a song they know Chorus There’s salt on the wind and dust on my boots Half of my heart’s in the hills I knew The other half’s chasing a horizon line Where the whiskey’s cheap and the waters shine I ain’t a pirate, just a wandering man With a rope in my hand and a song for the land If the tide goes out and the sky turns gold I’ll sing of the places my heart still holds Bridge Maybe someday when the waves calm down I’ll ride that road back into town Hang my coat and let the ocean be Just another verse in a memory Final Chorus There’s salt on the wind and dust on my boots Still hear mama’s voice in the old wind chutes But the sea keeps pulling that restless rope And a drifting heart just learns to cope I ain’t a pirate, just passing through With a sailor’s scars and a country tune And when the last tide takes me home Bury me where the wild winds roam