Poetry + Lyrics – SphstRDnck

Backwoods ballads. Dirt road prayers. Pain that turned into purpose.

This one’s for the ones raised on steel guitars and rebel hearts. For those who grew up on outlaw country — not just the music, but the mindset. Back when men weren’t afraid to speak their mind, live fast, and feel deep. “Outlaw Country Lost In Time” isn’t just a poem — it’s a lifestyle. And for some of us, it’s the only way we know how to live.

Outlaw Country Lost in Time
by Rory Doyal

[Verse 1]
I come from an era of Willie, Waylon, and Johnny Cash
Less about hype, more about kicking ass
I like to get rowdy deep into the night
And roam around like a bull, herding everything in sight

[Verse 2]
Some say I’m burning the candle at both ends, and they may be right
But who cares enough about what they think, to lose any sleep at night

[Chorus]
I’m outlaw country lost in time
Outlaw country and classic rock is where I spend my dime
Raising hell has always come natural to me
It’s the only way I can ever feel free

[Verse 3]
Like Bobby, I sometimes like to get Bare
And Jerry Jeff and Paycheck are never too far from my ear
They’re a reminder of days gone past
Where things were simple and the memories vast

[Verse 4]
I come from the womb this way
I think it was something my Momma used to say
Do what you want, when you want
And your life will never come by accident

[Chorus]
I’m outlaw country lost in time
Outlaw country and classic rock is where I spend my dime
Raising hell has always come natural to me
It’s the only way I can ever feel free

[Verse 5]
But I guess there’s a time when the hell-raisin’ has to come to an end
Jessi, June, and Tammy soldiered on to change their men
But I’m sure their guys were grinning deep in their minds
Thinking back when they were with their boys, leaving their mark on mankind

[Final Chorus]
I’m outlaw country lost in time
Outlaw country and classic rock is where I spend my dime
Raising hell has always come natural to me
It’s the only way I can ever feel free

SphstRDnck ain’t just a brand. It’s a damn anthem.

© Rory Doyal 2025. All Rights Reserved.
This original work is protected under U.S. copyright law. No part may be reproduced, distributed, or used without written permission.

Written by Rory Doyal, this is a classic cowboy-meets-cowgirl ballad in true SphstRDnck fashion—tough love, flirtin’ fire, and freedom on the trail. It blends humor, grit, and old-school charm with the kind of back-and-forth you only get when both riders carry their own weight.

Hey Cowgirl, Hey Cowboy

[Verse 1]
Hey, cowgirl, where you goin’ with those red boots on?
Hey, cowboy, I’m headed out for a ride.
You better catch up if you wanna come along.

[Verse 2]
I’ve been walkin’ in these boots,
Hopin’ you’d catch on—
Wearing out these jeans
Just so you’d write this song.

[Chorus]
Oh, you’ve spent six long weeks
Walkin’ in my head with those red boots on.
Don’t you think it’s just about time
You sing my song?

[Verse 3]
Hey, cowgirl, where you goin’ with those red boots on?
Hey, cowboy, I’m hittin’ the trail—
You comin’ along?

[Bridge]
You think a few sweet words
Are all it’s gonna take?
Gonna need more than that
For a roll in the hay.

[Verse 4]
I’ve got more than words on a page—
I’ve got dreams, wild rides,
And a love that won’t fade.
I’d like for you to come along.

[Chorus]
Hey, cowgirl, where you goin’ with those red boots on?
Hey, cowboy, I’m ridin’ out strong.
Get your boots on
If you wanna tag along.

[Verse 5]
Don’t worry, cowgirl—I’ll rope you in.
Won’t be long ‘til you’re back in my pen.
Hey, cowboy—I ain’t one of your cows
That follows without knowin’ the when or how.

[Verse 6]
Oh, cowgirl, you’re the one always on my mind.
I’ll love you ’til the end of time—
If you’ll just be mine.

[Final Verse]
Hey, cowgirl, where you goin’ without your red boots on?
I ain’t goin’ nowhere—I’m here to sing your song.
Hey, cowgirl, if you’re gonna sing my song…
Come on over here and I’ll play along.

[Outro]
Hey, cowgirl!
Hey, cowboy!

SphstRDnck Reflection: Love ain’t just boots and flirting—it’s about choosing someone who rides beside you, holds their own, and makes life richer just by showing up. Pick the right partner, and living your best life gets a whole lot easier.

© Rory Doyal 2025. All Rights Reserved.
This original work is protected under U.S. copyright law. No part may be reproduced, distributed, or used without written permission.

Written by Rory Doyal, this one’s a heartfelt tribute to the quiet, steady love that keeps a man grounded—raw and real, but softer than a sunset over the dirt roads. It’s about the kind of bond that ain’t flashy but runs deep, the kind of love that’s a rock when life gets wild. Simple, honest, and as true as family.

Note: I always thought this should be sung at nighttime as she drifts off to sleep. Almost a whisper.

My Lullaby

[Verse 1]
She’s always been my lullaby.
When she’s in my arms, I can touch the sky.

Pretty little fingers,
Pretty little toes,
Tiny bits of heaven — they’re where my heart goes.

[Chorus]
My little girl,
She’s my lullaby.
Making me laugh,
Making me cry.

[Verse 2]
I dreamt with her, I dreamt so high,
My little shadow — she can touch the sky.

In her eyes, I survive,
As if I’ve gone to heaven,
As if I’ve come alive.

[Chorus]
My little girl,
She’s my lullaby.
Making me laugh,
Making me cry.

[Verse 3]
Watching her grow
Right before my eyes,
She’s a piece of me
That can go so high.

[Chorus]
My little girl,
She’s my lullaby.
Making me laugh,
Making me cry.

[Bridge]
In her arms,
I feel so alive.
I’m her shadow —
I can touch the sky.
I’m her shadow —
I can touch the sky.

[Final Chorus]
My little girl,
She’s my lullaby.
Making me laugh,
Making me cry.

(Softer)
My little girl,
She’s my lullaby.
In her heart,
I will always be alive.

SphstRDnck Reflection:
Love ain’t always loud or wild—it’s the quiet strength you find when you’re wrapped up in the arms of someone who feels like home. It’s about holding tight to what matters, laughing through the hard days, and finding your sky in the little moments. That’s the kind of love that builds your best life—steady, strong, and real.