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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Cold coffee in a paper cup
Name of a town on a crooked sign
Boot prints fading in the truck stop mud
I keep watchin’ that dotted line
Blue lights burnin’ in the back of my mind
Like they’re right there in the mirror glass
Every mile I put between your county line
Feels like God just dealin’ out my last
[Chorus]
I got dust in the rearview
Blood on my hands
A warrant ridin’ shotgun
And a half-tanked plan
If they ask you where I’m goin’
Say you never even knew my name
I’m just a shadow on the blacktop, baby
Tryna outrun my own flame
[Verse 2]
Twelve bucks crumpled in my flannel shirt
Your picture folded in my back left jean
Gas gauge leanin’ like it’s hurt
Needle prayin’ for a little more green
Radio’s broke, so it’s me and the road
Engine hummin’ like a tired old hymn
Every fence post, every dead-end code
Says I ain’t gettin’ back what I did to him
[Chorus]
I got dust in the rearview
Blood on my hands
A warrant ridin’ shotgun
And a half-tanked plan
If they ask you where I’m goin’
Say you never even knew my name
I’m just a shadow on the blacktop, baby
Tryna outrun my own flame
[Bridge]
Judge said “son, you’re runnin’ on borrowed time”
I just smiled, tipped my hat, and crossed that line
Now the night’s my only alibi
And every sunrise feels like
One step closer to the wire (yeah)
[Chorus]
I got dust in the rearview
Blood on my hands
A warrant ridin’ shotgun
And a half-tanked plan
If they ask you where I’m goin’
Say you never even knew my name
I’m just a shadow on the blacktop, baby
Tryna outrun my own flame
Details
GeneratedFeb 23, 2026
Duration3:21
LanguageEnglish
Style
country, Slow outlaw country ballad with male vocals; sparse, low-register baritone over dry, close-mic’d acoustic guitar and distant upright bass “heartbeat.” Brushed snare whispers in on verses, edging a little closer in the chorus. Occasional pedal steel swells for ache and width, but the mix stays raw and intimate, like a late-night roadside confession., outlaw country, low, slow
Credits
Prompt by
SolarFlash520
SolarFlash520ModelAria v5
Prompt
low register, sparse guitar, upright bass heartbeat, brushed snare barely there.
Slow. Heavy. Male, outlaw country. Running from the law
