Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Dust on my boots Red clay on my name Daddy kept a pistol Mama kept the shame Gravel in the driveway Gravestones on the hill Uncles in the chain gang Cousins in the will [Chorus] Outsiders and outlaws We were raised on the wrong side Cutthroat in a necktie Sunday suit, but the soul cried Roots tangled round gravestones Born crooked in the floodlight Outsiders and outlaws I’m still walkin’ that rough line (oh yeah) [Verse 2] Courtroom on a Monday Church pew by the night Judge knew my granddad Preacher knew the fight Whiskey in the Bible Poker in the pew Blues man on the corner Bleeding out the truth [Chorus] Outsiders and outlaws We were raised on the wrong side Cutthroat in a necktie Sunday suit, but the soul cried Roots tangled round gravestones Born crooked in the floodlight Outsiders and outlaws I’m still walkin’ that rough line [Bridge] Boot prints through the kudzu Gun oil on my hands Bloodline like a bar song Carryin’ every man [Chorus] Outsiders and outlaws We were raised on the wrong side Cutthroat in a necktie Sunday suit, but the soul cried Roots tangled round gravestones Born crooked in the floodlight Outsiders and outlaws I’m still walkin’ that rough line (yeah)
Tags
rap, Swampy Southern trap-blues fusion with male vocals; sliding dobro and dusty Chicago-style blues guitar over a slow, trunk-rattling beat. Verses stay gritty and close-mic’d, whispered ad-libs and subtle mento offbeat skanks. Chorus swells with stacked gang vocals, low choirs, and echoing handclaps, then drops back to a tense, minimal groove between hooks., chicago blues, blues
Duration
2:43
Instrumental
No
Created
1/24/2026