S. Scott

S. is 90 years old. S. is located in New York at Pitseleh Whispers NY.

S. likes to go for a walk during off hours and is trying to improve skill in order to get ahead professionally.

Traveler

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Song Details

Traveler is Easy Listening music in tempo Andante. The music is GOD SMACKINGLY GLORIOUS and the lyrics are GOD SMACKINGLY GLORIOUS. The song was written 5/31/2023 by S. Scott. The originality is perfect.

Fame: 7
Popularity:
Stage Potential: 30
Genre: Country & Western
Owner: Avoid hangovers: stay drunk
First Revealed: 7/4/2023

Dominant Instruments

Dobro Guitar

Special Lyrics

(Verse 1)
On a lonesome dusty road, I set out to roam,
A wanderer seeking solace, far away from home.
With my trusty guitar and dreams in my eyes,
I'll chase the open horizon, under endless skies.

(Chorus)
I'm a traveler, searching for the unknown,
Gonna ride those highways, wherever they may go.
Through the valleys and mountains, where the rivers flow,
I'll find my freedom in the places I don't yet know.

(Verse 2)
Beneath the starry blanket, I find my peace of mind,
As the wheels keep turning, leaving it all behind.
Every town I pass, a story to be told,
From the neon city lights to the fields of gold.

(Chorus)
I'm a traveler, searching for the unknown,
Gonna ride those highways, wherever they may go.
Through the valleys and mountains, where the rivers flow,
I'll find my freedom in the places I don't yet know.

(Bridge)
And when I reach the heavens, up above so high,
I'll spread my wings and fly, across the endless sky.
No borders or boundaries, just pure serenity,
A world of possibility, embracing eternity.

(Chorus)
I'm a traveler, searching for the unknown,
Gonna ride those highways, wherever they may go.
Through the valleys and mountains, where the rivers flow,
I'll find my freedom in the places I don't yet know.

(Outro)
So come along, my friend, let's chase that golden sun,
With the wind in our hair, we'll have stories to be spun.
In this country song of traveling and dreams,
We'll find our own little piece of heaven, it seems.