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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Boot prints in the red dirt
Dust on a busted old brim
Cattle moanin' at the fence line
Heart beat runnin' wild in my grip
Sun low
Sky like a furnace
Hands stained dark from the leaf
Cold steel tucked by my belt line
Warm burn under my teeth
[Chorus]
Powder burn whiskey on my breath
Tobacco on my tongue
Dealin' with death
Itchy trigger finger
Sayin' "pull
Pull
Pull"
Smoke in my lungs
Head never full
Powder burn whiskey
All I got left
If the Good Lord wants me
He can take what's left
[Verse 2]
Cards down on a rough plank table
One eye on the door
One on you
Bar talk thick as the fog here
Every laugh cut sharp
Runnin' through
Gun smoke hangin' like a curtain
Yellow lamp buzz
Room gone thin
I tap that handle with my knuckle
Just a twitch from lettin' hell in
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
I seen steers break through a fence line
Seen men break just the same
All it takes is one fast second
To give a boy a wicked name
So I spit that brown in the sawdust
Raise that glass
Hold it high
Tell myself I'll holster this temper
Then I taste that fire
And I just can't lie
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 31, 2025
Duration2:59
LanguageEnglish
Style
Gritty outlaw country, swung midtempo groove. Baritone male vocals over twangy telecaster, brushed snare, upright bass. Verse stays sparse and tight; chorus swells with gang shouts, plate reverb, and stacked harmonies. Slide guitar answers vocal lines; final chorus adds stomps, claps, and a ragged shout-along tail.
Credits
Prompt byMuseSound472
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Cattle, guns, itchy trigger finger, tobacco, gun smoke, whiskey
