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Wings and Dust
(INTRO)(Spoken in a low, gravelly rasp over a slow, plucking rustic acoustic guitar)Lock the doors.Strap your boots.Kayla, pour me one more drop of that Admiral...(A high, weeping steel guitar wails once. A sharp snare hits—1, 2, 3, 4—and the heavy 808 bass drops hard with a rhythmic cha-cha bounce)(VERSE 1)(Gravelly, rhythmic delivery)White bandana tied around my neckAin't a lawman alive that I respectGot a pocket full of silver and a heart of slateAnd a midnight train that I cannot late(Steel guitar cries in the background between lines)I see the dust clouds rising on the county lineAngel outlaws flying, and the world is mine.(CHORUS - The Line Dance Call)(The 808 hits a steady, driving double-stomp)Slide to the left, let the iron smoke! (Two steps left)Step to the right, 'til the law gets broke! (Two steps right)Rock it back now, feel the bass in your chest, (Rock back, rock forward)Cha-cha forward, put the devil to rest! (Three quick steps forward)Yeah, stomp that dirt, let the steel guitar cry,Angel outlaws dance before they die.(VERSE 2)(The acoustic guitar gets smoother, the 808 spaces out for tension)I met a girl named Kayla down in Eagle PointeSaid she'd ride with me through this broken jointWe made a covenant sealed in a silver ringUnderneath the gallows where the blue jays singNow the sheriff’s outside, but we don’t careWe’re just tearing up the floor in the country air.(BRIDGE)(The heavy 808s cut out completely. Just a beautiful, rustic acoustic guitar strumming and the steel guitar wailing softly. The vocal gets deeply intimate and gravelly)They try to clip our wings, try to hold us down,But they can't stop a love built on holy ground.With a silver ring and an angel's grace,We're leaving our tracks in this wild place...(The snare begins to build a rapid roll—1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8—the 808s slam back in twice as hard)Yeah, let that bass drop!(CHORUS - The Line Dance Call)(Full instrumentation, 808s hitting maximum bass)Slide to the left, let the iron smoke!Step to the right, 'til the law gets broke!Rock it back now, feel the bass in your chest,Cha-cha forward, put the devil to rest!Yeah, stomp that dirt, let the steel guitar cry,Angel outlaws dance before they die.(OUTRO)(The 808 bass slowly fades, leaving just the heavy, vibrating sub-bass)(The steel guitar takes center stage, wailing a final, lonely melody)(Voice drops to a deep, raspy whisper)Keep sliding...'Til the dust settles.Yeah.Angel outlaws.(One final, heavy acoustic guitar strum fades out)
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