

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Dust cloggin’ up my teeth Old bar burned down last week Sheriff drinks his courage cheap Lets the killers slip away Clouds stackin’ on the range Horizon turns that rotten gray Someone laughs beside the graveyard gate Says, “Boy, the debt gets paid” [Chorus] When the sky splits open like a busted vein You can taste old blood in the desert rain Hooves in the distance, cold as a hanging chain Here comes the Rider of the thunder line He don’t speak, he just takes his time If your hands ain’t clean, you won’t see sunrise [Verse 2] They say he rode with a crooked star Buried his badge in a mason jar Shot by his own takers, left With the vultures and the flies Now every time that the sandstorms roar Lanterns die and the church locks doors Every outlaw feels that iron door Swing shut behind his eyes [Chorus] When the sky splits open like a busted vein You can taste old blood in the desert rain Hooves in the distance, cold as a hanging chain Here comes the Rider of the thunder line He don’t blink, he just reads your crimes If your soul runs black, you won’t see sunrise [Bridge] I ran hard on a stolen mare (hey) Cards in my coat, smoke in my hair Lightning hit and the wind turned sharp Shadow on a ridge, star on his heart He said, “Kneel, boy, this ain’t fate This is every choice you made too late” [Chorus] Now the sky splits open like a busted vein I taste my sins in the desert rain Hooves getting closer, heavy as a ball and chain Here comes the Rider of the thunder line Takes my gun, leaves the pain behind If I close my eyes, maybe I’ll see sunrise [Outro] Storm rolls off, sand turns still Fresh-dug mound on a nameless hill One set of tracks, heading into the night Just me and the whisper of that dark rider’s right
Tags
country, Bleak desert country with male vocals, baritone twang. Slow, swung tempo with brushed kit, hollow-body electric, and tremolo guitar answering vocal phrases. Low, droning fiddle and distant pedal steel build stormy tension; choruses swell with stacked harmonies and tom rolls like thunder. Final chorus strips back to voice, guitar, and a lonely church bell hit on the last word.
3:33
No
2/1/2026