Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Boot prints burn in the red clay road Sun hangs low like a busted halo Coat like blood in the afterglow He don’t talk much But the tales all grow Name gets passed in a barroom hush Cards stop fallin’ The room goes hushed One cold shadow in a curtain of dust If he tips his brim You already lost [Chorus] He’s the Crimson Reaper Ridin’ in slow Ridin’ in deeper If he calls your name Better start that prayer ‘Cause the dirt remembers Every man who met his temper And the wind keeps singin’ “The Reaper’s almost there” (oh) [Verse 2] Six eyes painted on his old carved grips For the six last words from the last man’s lips Keeps a ring on a leather strip Every lost promise Swingin’ from his hip Campfire sparks in his scarred black hat He deals in dues Never deals in chat If he laughs You don’t laugh back Sky goes silent Like it knows the track [Chorus] He’s the Crimson Reaper Ridin’ in slow Ridin’ in deeper If he calls your name Better start that prayer ‘Cause the dirt remembers Every man who met his temper And the wind keeps singin’ “The Reaper’s almost there” (hey!) [Bridge] Is he justice? Is he just a curse? Does he ride for the better Or ride for the worse? All you’ll see In that final light Is a red coat fading Into black night [Chorus] He’s the Crimson Reaper Ridin’ in slow Ridin’ in deeper If he calls your name Better start that prayer ‘Cause the dirt remembers Every man who met his temper And the wind keeps singin’ “The Reaper’s almost there” [Outro] Red coat glowin’ on the edge of town One last hoofbeat Muffled in the ground Crimson Reaper Never stickin’ around Just a ghost on a horse And a whispered sound
Tags
Dusty Western score with stomping toms, twangy baritone guitar, and a whistle hook. Male vocals ride low and rough in the verses; chorus swells with gang shouts and big harmonies. Fiddle doubles the vocal melody on the hook, with a halftime stomp bridge that invites crowd sing-along before a final, triumphant refrain., theme
Duration
3:16
Instrumental
No
Created
2/28/2026