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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ash on my shirt
Cheap bourbon on my breath
Rust on this old six-string
And a bet I ain't paid yet
There’s a hole in the ceiling
From a bullet I don't recall
Dealer grinning in the corner
As another good hand falls
[Chorus]
Smoking gun
Hot barrel memory
Whiskey tongue
Won't tell the truth for me
Blues in my fingers
Blood on my shoes
Sax man crying while this guitar bruises
Smoking gun
I can't outrun these blues
[Verse 2]
She left in my jacket
Took the keys and the Sunday light
My name’s carved in the bar rail
From our last
Long losing fight
Now every crooked mirror
Shows a man I half believe
Pull that trigger on the bottle
'cause it's the only way I leave
[Chorus]
Smoking gun
Hot barrel memory
Whiskey tongue
Won't tell the truth for me
Blues in my fingers
Blood on my shoes
Sax man crying while this guitar bruises
Smoking gun
I can't outrun these blues
[Bridge]
[Band drops down
Just guitar and vocal]
Cards on the table
Hands start to shake
Sirens in the distance
Or just my own mistakes
[Saxophone slides in
Low and moaning]
If the law comes through that doorway
Or the past comes through that door
I'll raise this glass like a white flag
Then I'll reach down for one more (yeah)
[Chorus]
Smoking gun
Hot barrel memory
Whiskey tongue
Won't tell the truth for me
Blues in my fingers
Blood on my shoes
Sax man crying while this guitar bruises
Smoking gun
I can't outrun these blues
Smoking gun
I can't outrun
These blues
Details
GeneratedFeb 27, 2026
Duration4:01
LanguageEnglish
Style
Smoky backroom bar-band blues with male vocals; slow 12/8 groove, brushed snare and dusty upright bass. Gritty slide guitar answering the vocal lines, raunchy sax riffs filling the spaces. Chorus swells with gang-style shouts and raw harmonies, final verse strips back to voice and guitar before the sax wails the song out., saxophone, blues
Credits
Prompt by
Texas_Twinkie95
Texas_Twinkie95ModelAria v5
Prompt
Smoking, gun, whisky, guitar, blues, saxophone
