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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Wind in from the canyon
Blew the last church bell out
Moon hanging over Main Street
Like it’s already picked a shroud
They whispered ’bout a stranger
Riding pale through the dust
Said his eyes looked straight through you
Like he’d climbed up from the rust
[Chorus]
They called him a ghost in the gun smoke
Shadow in a long black coat (oh)
Hands like frost on a trigger
Heart buried deep in the road
When the wolves came down from the hillside
He stood where no one else spoke
Drew first
Drew last
Drew lightning
A ghost in the gun smoke
[Verse 2]
Bandits at the doorway
Matches on the saloon floor
Laughing at the locked doors
Kicking down the weak boards
He stepped from the alley
Lantern on his ruined face
One word
“Leave
” in the silence
Made the hardest outlaw shake
[Chorus]
They called him a ghost in the gun smoke
Shadow in a long black coat (hey)
Hands like frost on a trigger
Heart buried deep in the road
When the fire reached the schoolhouse
He walked straight into the choke
Drew first
Drew last
Drew lightning
A ghost in the gun smoke
[Bridge]
Shot rang out from the rooftop
Red bloom on his old white shirt
He hit the ground like a hammer
Dust drinking down his hurt
They dragged their loot to the foothills
Left him under cold stars
Town folk prayed in the doorway
To a man who carried scars
[Verse 3]
At dawn
That shallow grave cracked
Crows screaming overhead
He stood up in that dry earth
Eyes brighter than the red
Followed tracks through the sagebrush
Boot prints burned like a brand
Death still hanging off his shoulders
Revolver quiet in his hand
[Chorus]
Now he is a ghost in the gun smoke
More shadow than flesh and bone
Hands like winter on steel now
Voice like a grinding stone
When he rode back into that valley
Every outlaw’s blood ran cold
’Cause death had come back for justice
A ghost in the gun smoke
[Outro]
Wind in from the canyon
Cleared the last ash from town
Children chalk his lone boots
Where his body laid down
If trouble rides the horizon
They swear in a trembling tone
They’ll see that shape on the ridgeline
A ghost who guards their home
Details
GeneratedFeb 5, 2026
Duration5:12
LanguageEnglish
Style
Cinematic dark country ballad, male vocals. Low, dusty guitars and a slow swung kit, brushed snares and deep upright bass. First verse hushed and close-mic’d with reverb-drenched tremolo guitar; chorus widens with organ pads and stacked baritone/tenor harmonies. Bridge spikes in intensity with distorted slide guitar and pounding toms, then drops to near-silence for the resurrection moment before a grim, triumphant final chorus.
Credits
Prompt by_red_nomad_
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A dark balled about a gunslinger that is seen as an ghost and saves a town from bandits but gets shot and rises again for revenge on the bandits
