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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Black hat pulled down over both my eyes
Dust on my tongue, iron in the sky
Poker chip moon, hanging thin and cold
I been riding these rails since I was twelve years old
[Chorus]
Blood on the coal line
Smoke in my lungs
Devil in my saddlebags
Silver on my tongue
I ain’t ever goin’ home
Got a black steel heart of mine
I rob that train, then I ride that line
[Verse 2]
Lanterns in the distance, crawling through the dark
I can hear the whistle like a wounded lark
Dynamite wired to a crooked plan
Bible in my pocket, shaking in my hand
[Chorus]
Blood on the coal line
Smoke in my lungs
Devil in my saddlebags
Silver on my tongue
I ain’t ever goin’ home
Got a black steel heart of mine
I rob that train, then I ride that line
[Bridge]
Conductor on his knees, asking for my name
(I ain’t got one)
Just another stray shadow leaning off the frame
When they tell this tale in some roadside bar
They won’t talk ’bout me
They’ll talk ’bout that train that never made it far
[Chorus]
Blood on the coal line
Smoke in my lungs
Devil in my saddlebags
Silver on my tongue
I ain’t ever goin’ home
Got a black steel heart of mine
I rob that train, then I ride that line
Details
GeneratedMar 13, 2026
Duration2:58
LanguageEnglish
Style
country, Grimy dark country with baritone male vocals, detuned dobro, twangy minor-key electric, and a slow, lurching drum groove. Verse guitars stay sparse and ominous; choruses swell with low harmonies and a pulsing floor tom. Add distant train-whistle slide guitar bends and a gritty, overdriven solo section. Reverb is thick and shadowy, like a tunnel at night.
Credits
Prompt by
Gold_Diggin_Cowboy
Gold_Diggin_CowboyModelAria v5
Prompt
Dark country song about a train robbing outlaw.
