Six-gun

Verse 1

Neon bleeding on the motel sign,

Desert wind cutting through the power lines.

Blue lights dancing in the rearview glass,

Six‑gun sleeping in a torn‑up dash.

Pre‑Chorus

Every choice I make is gasoline,

Every bad decision like a movie scene.

Chorus

Got a six‑gun heart and a cracked halo,

Riding on fumes down a dead‑end road.

If the law catches up, then the story’s done,

’Til then it’s me, this car, and a six‑gun.

Verse 2

Phone keeps buzzing with the debts I owe,

Old ghosts talking through the radio.

Highway sermons from a midnight DJ,

Saying no one ever really gets away.

Pre‑Chorus

But I was born where the lines get crossed,

Where a quick wrong turn feels better than loss.

Chorus

Got a six‑gun heart and a cracked halo,

Riding on fumes down a dead‑end road.

If the law catches up, then the story’s done,

’Til then it’s me, this car, and a six‑gun.

Bridge

If I make it out past the county line,

Maybe I can bury this life of mine.

Till then every mile is a loaded round,

Clicking in the dark, waiting to go down.

Outro

So roll that dice and kill those lights,

I’ve been out of time for most my life.

If the sun comes up and I’m still not gone,

You’ll know I made a deal with this six‑gun.