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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
If I die tomorrow
Bury me out back of the bar
Boots on the rail, hat on my face
Let me lean where the broke lights are
Tattooed Bible in my jacket
Folded letter in the inside seam
"Tell my mama that I made it
Just not the way we dreamed"
[Chorus]
Outlaw heaven with whisky on the table
Halo made of smoke in the air
If the good Lord's takin' roll, I ain't stable
But save me a stool up there
If I die tomorrow, don't cry, just follow
Raise that bottle high when you pray
Outlaw heaven with whisky, if I can't stay sober
Then let me ride out that way (hey)
[Verse 2]
Pocket full of unpaid tickets
Phone full of girls I ghosted twice
Heart like a stolen pickup
Runs real hard but it pays the price
Judge said, "Son, you won't learn"
I just laughed, said, "We'll both see"
If my name's carved in that bar-top wood
That's good enough for me (yeah)
[Chorus]
Outlaw heaven with whisky on the table
Halo made of smoke in the air
If the good Lord's takin' roll, I ain't stable
But save me a stool up there
If I die tomorrow, don't cry, just follow
Raise that bottle high when you pray
Outlaw heaven with whisky, if I can't stay sober
Then let me ride out that way (ride out)
[Bridge]
If there's a gate, hope it swings like saloon doors
Hope the saints got scars and old tour shirts
If there's a choir, let 'em sing like drunk boys
Turn my last rights into one last verse (one last verse)
[Chorus]
Outlaw heaven with whisky on the table
Halo made of smoke in the air
If the good Lord's takin' roll, I ain't stable
But save me a stool up there
If I die tomorrow, don't cry, just follow
Raise that bottle high when you pray
Outlaw heaven with whisky, if I can't stay sober
Then let me ride out that way (hey)
Yeah, let me ride out that way
Details
GeneratedMar 18, 2026
Duration2:51
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dusty trap-country hybrid: swung hip-hop drums under twangy slide guitar, warm bass, and a lonesome fiddle. Male vocals with a gruff, talk-sung rap in the verses; big melodic hook in the chorus with stacked gang harmonies. Energy builds from campfire intimacy to barroom shout-along, with roomy claps and ad-libs riding into the final hook., country
Credits
Prompt by
collinsbeatz
collinsbeatzModelAria v5
Prompt
Outlaw heaven with whisky if I die tomorrow, rap, country
