Red Dirt Cimarron

[Verse 1]
Red dust in my teeth
iron in my hands
West of Guthrie, sky gone green
like it’s making other plans
Cimarron rolling
thick as coffee in a pan
sirens just a memory
out here it’s just a man
[Chorus]
So I tie myself to the rig
let the dark wind scream and spin
if the devil wants me tonight
he’s gonna have to pull me in
Lightning writes my name
on a low black ceiling torn
I ride it out on steel and faith
on the Cimarron red dirt floor
[Verse 2]
Hardhat full of gravel
rain needles in my neck (oh yeah)
toolpusher yelling “shut it down”
then the radio goes dead
Tank lids rattling
like the bones of buried kin
I taste that iron-laced horizon
feel the pressure closing in
[Chorus]
So I tie myself to the rig
let the dark wind scream and spin
if the devil wants me tonight
he’s gonna have to pull me in
Lightning writes my name
on a low black ceiling torn
I ride it out on steel and faith
on the Cimarron red dirt floor
[Bridge]
Rope burns on my wrists
prayer stuck in my throat
mud rising on my boots
storm trying to peel my coat
I ain’t brave, I’m just stubborn
too damn broke to be reborn
I’ll rust here with this iron
or I’ll see tomorrow’s dawn
[Chorus]
So I tie myself to the rig
let the dark wind scream and spin
if the reaper climbs this ladder
he better learn to dig right in
Lightning writes my name
on a low black ceiling torn
I ride it out on steel and faith
on the Cimarron red dirt floor (yeah)
Cimarron red dirt floor

country, Dark, brooding country with male vocals; slow swung tempo around 70 BPM. Low-tuned baritone guitar and twangy tremolo leads over dusty upright bass and a creaking kick. Verses stay hushed and close-mic'd, with occasional slide guitar howls; chorus swells with stacked harmonies, floor toms, and rumbling drones that mimic distant thunder. Reverb tails long and eerie, leaving plenty of space for the vocal to cut through like a weathered knife.