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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Dust on my boots
Brown bottle on my breath
Spurs singing time
With every step toward death
Sun chews the horizon
Like a mouth full of chaw
Got a habit in my pocket
And a hammer I can draw
[Chorus]
Cattle
Guns
Itchy trigger finger
Tobacco on my tongue
Let the burn just linger
Gun smoke halos hanging in the sky
Whiskey in my blood
Horse running wild
I ain’t living long
I’m living high
[Verse 2]
Card game in the bunkhouse
Money stacked like fence posts
One bad bluff
Now I’m facing down ghosts
He twitched toward his waistband
I twitched toward my steel
By the time his eyes widened
All he saw was the peel
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Leather reins wrap tight ’round a shaking hand
Prayin’ to a God I barely understand
If the angels come
They better come quick
‘Cause the things I’ve done
Cut heavy and thick
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 31, 2025
Duration2:41
LanguageEnglish
Style
Hard-edged outlaw country, mid-tempo swing. Dirty Telecaster riffs, steel guitar bends, and a stomping kick with brushed snare. Male vocals rough and close-miked; gang shouts on the hook. Fiddle doubles the chorus melody, barroom piano sneaks in on the last hook for a rowdy singalong feel.
Credits
Prompt byMuseSound472
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Cattle, guns, itchy trigger finger, tobacco, gun smoke, whiskey, horse back ridin
