Cold-Blooded Cowboy

[Verse 1]
[low male vocal]
Boot prints in the dust
Heart like a rattlesnake, coiled up, cut
Barstool sheriff with a dead man’s stare
Pull the brim down low, I don’t feel, don’t care
Cold coffee, warm gun on the passenger seat
I buried every promise out past Mesquite
Kept my word in a whiskey glass
Shoot first, walk off, never look back
[Chorus]
[male + female duet, big harmony]
I’m a cold-blooded cowboy, baby
Torn leather heart, worn out and jaded
Thought this trail was mine, ridin’ alone till the end
Then you rode in slow, reins in your hands
Teaching me to trust again
Yeah, you’re melting down this iron skin
[Verse 2]
[female vocal, half-sung rap]
You walked in like a storm in June
Boot heels hittin’ hard on that sawdust room
Eyes say “don’t ask,” hands say “stay away”
But I heard every prayer that you’d never pray
You talk tough, but your hands still shake
When you whisper ’bout your brother and that bad break
All your scars lined up like fence-post wire
But they soften when you lean in close by the fire
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[call-and-response, stripped back]
[male] I was born with my back to the wall
[female] I just turned you ‘round so you’d see it all
[male] I was raised where you never look weak
[female] Now your tears hit my shirt, runnin’ down my cheek
[male] You took this trigger finger, laced it with your own
[female] Turned your hideout shack into a home
[male] You say, “Trust me, I ain’t your past”
[female] I say, “Ride with me, we can outrun that”
[Chorus]

rap, Gritty country-rap duet over twangy slide guitar and heavy kick; male and female vocals trading lines. Verses spit tight bar-style storytelling, half-sung, half-rapped; choruses open into big harmonies with soaring steel guitar and stacked gang shouts. Sparse, moody banjo and low bass in the first verse, drums and electric guitar growing meaner each section until the bridge softens for a vulnerable breakdown, then back into an anthemic final hook., country