Copyright © 2026 https://suno.com/@mich_bergde Mike Berg All rights reserved. From the dusty dirt where the dry winds rise, Rode a man they called Blue Eyes Bryce. Long black coat and a weathered stare, Poker smoke hanging in the air. Boot heels tapping on a saloon floor line, Risky dancer to a whiskey time. Cards on the table, fate in the dice, Four queens sleeping — cold and nice. No one knew where the boy began, No church, no grave, no settled land. Just saddle marks and a shadow thin, A loaded Colt and a crooked grin. He don’t talk about yesterday, He don’t promise he will stay. When the sun sinks low and the lanterns rise — You’ll find the man named Bryce. Old Blue Eyes Bryce — Gambler, rambler, rolling the dice. Firewater running through his veins, Dust and thunder in his reins. Draws that Colt faster than light, Last man standing in a midnight fight. No roots, no ties, no compromise — Just the wild blue eyes of Bryce. Every town from red to gold, Knows the story never told. Four dames hidden up his sleeve, One for love — and three to deceive. Sheriff swears he’ll bring him down, Preacher says he’s devil-bound. But when the gunsmoke clears the street, Bryce is steady on his feet. His only friend’s that pale gray mare, Breathing frost in desert air. They ride where railroad tracks grow thin, Chasing trouble like a sin. He don’t beg and he don’t pray, He don’t owe a soul to stay. When the whiskey burns and the cards collide — He’s already on his ride. Old Blue Eyes Bryce — Gambler, rambler, rolling the dice. Firewater keeping him alive, Steel and shadow in his stride. Draws that Colt faster than sound, Leaves the broken on the ground. No chains, no tears, no disguise — Just the wild blue eyes of Bryce. Some say he’s running from a grave, Some say he was never saved. Some say love once broke his hand, Left him drifting through the sand. But the wind don’t talk and Bryce won’t tell, He walks the line between heaven and hell. Old Blue Eyes Bryce — Dust-born legend, cold as ice. Risky dancer in the flame, Every table knows his name. When the final bullet flies, Only one man never dies. When the smoke clears from the skies — You’ll see him ride… Old Blue Eyes Bryce. Just hoofbeats fading in the night, Firewater and fading light.
