Verse 1)
Dust hangs low in a lantern glow, boots on a creakin’ floor,
Cards get dealt like fate itself, seen this game before.
Six-shooter leanin’ on the rail, whiskey in his veins,
Eyes like steel, cold and real—ain’t a damn thing changed.
Dealer says, “Boy, what’s your play?”—he just tips his hat,
“Ain’t here to lie, ain’t here to cry… I don’t bluff like that.”
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(Pre-Chorus)
He don’t twitch, don’t fold, don’t flinch,
Every hand’s a loaded sin—
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(Chorus)
He rides with a Dead Man’s Hand, don’t need luck to stand,
Spades and aces, blood on the table, fate in his command.
You can raise, you can run, you can call his name,
But you’re bettin’ your life in a losin’ game.
No tells, no fear, just a cold-eyed stare—
He don’t bluff, muthafucka… he lays it bare.
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(Verse 2)
Midnight cracks like a thunderclap, boots storm through the door,
Vile men with a serpent grin, lookin’ to settle scores.
Gang called “Black Vultures,” ridin’ low, terror in their wake,
Torch the town, gun ‘em down—take whatever they take.
But he don’t move from that poker seat, just slides his chips aside,
“Y’all picked the wrong damn street tonight… and the wrong man to try.”
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(Pre-Chorus)
Six shots spin, silence breaks,
Death don’t deal in second takes—
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(Chorus)
He rides with a Dead Man’s Hand, don’t need luck to stand,
Spades and aces, blood on the table, fate in his command.
You can raise, you can run, you can call his name,
But you’re bettin’ your life in a losin’ game.
No tells, no fear, just a cold-eyed stare—
He don’t bluff, muthafucka… he lays it bare.
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(Bridge – Spoken / Half-Sung)
“See, poker’s easy… it’s people that lie.
Cards don’t cheat you… men do.
And tonight?
Y’all just showed your hand.”
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(Breakdown / Guitar Driven)
Gun smoke thick, bodies drop, boots echo in the street,
One man standin’ in the aftermath, death curled at his feet.
Sheriff star don’t shine tonight, law don’t walk these lands,
Just a gunslinger dealin’ judgment… with a dead man’s hand.
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(Final Chorus – Bigger, Anthem Style)
He rides with a Dead Man’s Hand, don’t need luck to stand,
Spades and aces, blood on the table, fate in his command.
You can raise, you can run, you can call his name,
But you’re bettin’ your life in a losin’ game.
No mercy left, no prayers to spare—
He don’t bluff, muthafucka… he’s already there.
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(Outro)
Cards face up in the morning light, silence where they fell…
You don’t bluff with a man like him—
You just deal… or go to hell.