Track 1

Verse 1

Gunfighter lights up the night

when the trigger gets squeezed tight.

What else is left to say?

Scared? Go to church, let the Lord show the way.

Before you think, “Okay outlaw, I’ll play…”

you better pray.

Life ends fast over words you use,

cross the wrong line, you pay your dues.

The devil comes collectin’ debts,

tell him sing the blues instead.

Listen close to the stories told

of the outlaw with the quickest draw.

Public enemy, hated by law,

chased through hell for too many flaws.

Still I ride uncontrolled,

better believe I collect what’s owed.

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Chorus

Long hard miles on dust-filled roads,

no luck tonight, just cards to fold.

Blood on my hands, dirt on my boots,

a shovel don’t always hide the truth.

No wrong, no right, we do what we do,

only God can judge what we’ve been through.

To hell with society and all their views,

tombstones risin’ in dead moonlight blues.

They’ll learn my name in a final goodbye,

let ’em hate, guess that’s how it goes.

Whole damn world can be my foe,

another body bag tagged at the toes.

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Verse 2

No holy man ever made it here,

just broken dreams and swallowed fear.

We were the animals caged for show,

became the beasts they fear to know.

One shot’s all it really takes

to put an end to all the fake.

Lord knows I made mistakes,

still I’d repeat every one I made.

No mercy lives here, it don’t exist,

just cold hard truth clenched in my fist.

I breathe fire though I’m broke inside,

don’t mistake me for weak tonight.

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Chorus

Long hard miles on dust-filled roads,

no luck tonight, just cards to fold.

Blood on my hands, no wrong, no right,

bleedin’ through scars stitched up tight.

They’ll learn why goodbye brings pain,

ashes fall like cold black rain.

Whole damn world can be my foe,

another body tagged at the toes.

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Bridge

Broken from abuse, a child confused,

forced into silence to protect their views.

Cursed since birth or born to lose,

same old scars, same old bruises.

You want the truth? It don’t come clean,

it lives somewhere sick and obscene.

The line I drew in the dirt got crossed,

knife in my back from the ones I trusted most.

Ridin’ roads nobody could make it through,

fast lane livin’ with a short-fused mood.

Loose screws rattlin’, better bring tools,

hard roads teach unforgiving rules.

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Outro

Cursed since birth or born to lose,

start a war they can’t get through.

Final warning, no farewell,

dust on boots from livin’ hell.

Listen close to chapel bells…

as the outlaw sends souls to hell.

Laughin’ while the wildfire swells,

that’s the price when thfe risky reckless rebel sells.

Rl