New single
A Jayla Harris original, performed live on October 9. First look, right here.
Written by Jayla Harris · October 5, 2026
Hang up the saddle
Wipe the dust off your boots,
there's nothing to gain here
And everything to lose.
The wandering wild horses
Have all been tied up and tamed,
And only tumbleweeds
Roll through town down main
Oh what has become
Of my wild western world?
The dust never settled
Now it barely even stirs
The shadows still dance
In deserted saloons
And the canyons still echo
Guns shot at high noon
They fenced off the cattle
Sent our cowboys off to war
They drank up the gold
And sold the soil we wouldn't sow.
The railcars shake the shingles
Off the shacks we sheltered in
And the bands of coyotes
Have silenced their howling
Oh what has become
Of my wild western world?
The dust never settled
Now it barely even stirs
The shadows still dance
In deserted saloons
And the canyons still echo
Guns shot at high noon
The deer and antelope don’t play anymore
The buffalo have gone to walk a celestial shore
We stripped the people of their bows and their braids
Oh Lord, what have we done? And what is there to save?
Oh what has become
Of my wild western world?
The dust never settled
Now it barely even stirs
The shadows still dance
In deserted saloons
And the canyons still echo
Guns shot at high noon
Performed live at the Buffalo Trace Festival in Petersburg, Indiana, on October 9.
Summer Rain · Wild Western World
Written by Jayla Harris · October 21, 2025
You were the sun I was the moon
I crossed galaxies to be with you
I'd come out to end of the day
But at night you would just hide away
So no one knew the bond we had
Skipping stones over lily pads
I know that I'll love again
It's just hard to lose your closest friend
The sweet smell of summer rain
Has me running back to you again
But I forgot that flowers bloomed
That was until I let go of you
And though I still see signs
saying that you should be mine
I take them as you saying hi
Though you wouldn't if you passed me by
And when I pick flowers from my diary
I don't think of how you wouldn't buy them for me
Would you be proud of her I've become
I'm no longer the girl you couldn't love
Still the sweet smell of summer rain
Has me running back to you again
But I forgot that flowers bloomed
That was until I let go of you
And though I love you still
It's never more than the life built
After waiting in the wings
Of you trying to live out your father's dreams
I'll sleep on a bed of hydrangeas
And dream of a life that I could have known
And it's sad, but I'm glad
Glad I'm on my own
Still, the sweet smell of summer rain
has me running back to you again
But I forgot the flowers bloomed
That was until I let go of you
Written by Jayla Harris · October 5, 2026
Hang up the saddle
Wipe the dust off your boots,
there's nothing to gain here
And everything to lose.
The wandering wild horses
Have all been tied up and tamed,
And only tumbleweeds
Roll through town down main
Oh what has become
Of my wild western world?
The dust never settled
Now it barely even stirs
The shadows still dance
In deserted saloons
And the canyons still echo
Guns shot at high noon
They fenced off the cattle
Sent our cowboys off to war
They drank up the gold
And sold the soil we wouldn't sow.
The railcars shake the shingles
Off the shacks we sheltered in
And the bands of coyotes
Have silenced their howling
Oh what has become
Of my wild western world?
The dust never settled
Now it barely even stirs
The shadows still dance
In deserted saloons
And the canyons still echo
Guns shot at high noon
The deer and antelope don’t play anymore
The buffalo have gone to walk a celestial shore
We stripped the people of their bows and their braids
Oh Lord, what have we done? And what is there to save?
Oh what has become
Of my wild western world?
The dust never settled
Now it barely even stirs
The shadows still dance
In deserted saloons
And the canyons still echo
Guns shot at high noon
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Saturday, November 7, 2026
Market at the Secret Meadow Event Barn
Celestine, Indiana
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Jayla Harris is a singer-songwriter from Petersburg, Indiana, now writing and performing in Nashville. She writes her own songs and plays them on guitar and piano.
Her sound reaches back to the early 1970s, with the open-hearted songwriting of Joni Mitchell and the warmth of early Emmylou Harris.
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