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[Intro – spoken, deep and gritty]
Yeah…
When the sun goes down,
the shadows hit the road.
Engine on.
Lights out.
We ride through the outlaw nights.
[Verse 1]
Black Dodge, V8 screaming,
dust hanging heavy on my skin.
The moon rides low above the pines,
somewhere a damn dog starts barking again.
Old boots, cold steel,
a scar for every year.
I learned a long time ago
never trust a man who says he’ll always be there.
[Pre-Chorus]
Sirens screaming somewhere down the valley,
but I stomp that gas again.
’Cause a man who stands still too long
gets swallowed by the night in the end.
[Chorus]
Outlaw nights – black as tar,
ain’t no damn angel coming this far.
Whiskey breath, gasoline blood,
we keep on rolling like nobody should.
Outlaw nights – till the morning breaks,
live hard, die slow, no damn mistakes.
No turning back, no words to pray –
just this road that keeps pulling us away.
[Verse 2]
Wooden porch, neon light,
a shadow sitting alone at the bar.
He wears the dust of a hundred miles
and the eyes of a man who’s gone too far.
An old Telecaster starts to cry,
the amplifier snarls and screams.
Every chord sounds like a warning:
“Boy, run while you still can breathe.”
[Pre-Chorus]
But the highway’s waiting outside,
and the sky is turning red.
Some men live long enough to grow old –
some become legends… or wind up dead.
[Chorus]
Outlaw nights – black as tar,
ain’t no damn angel coming this far.
Whiskey breath, gasoline blood,
we keep on rolling like nobody should.
Outlaw nights – till the morning breaks,
live hard, die slow, no damn mistakes.
No turning back, no words to pray –
just this road that keeps pulling us away.
[Bridge – slow, heavy, dark]
Got a name I don’t say anymore,
got a home that don’t know me now.
Seen too many bridges burning,
been running from myself somehow.
If the Devil takes the seat beside me,
I won’t ask where this road goes.
I’ll spin the bottle, stomp the gas,
till even Hell itself can’t see our ghosts.
[Instrumental Break]
Dirty slide guitar.
Low baritone guitar.
Drums hitting like heavy boots on old wooden floors.
[Final Chorus – bigger, meaner]
OUTLAW NIGHTS – BLACK AS TAR!
THIS DAMN ROAD WON’T GET YOU FAR!
WHISKEY BREATH, GASOLINE BLOOD,
EVERY MILE MARK TAKES WHAT IT COULD!
Outlaw nights – till the morning breaks,
no saints, no heroes, no easy escapes.
When Hell throws open all its doors,
we ride straight in… and call it home.
[Outro – spoken, low and gravelly]
Engine running.
Moon hanging low.
Highway empty.
No questions.
No names.
Just tires on asphalt…
…and Outlaw Nights.
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Details
GeneratedSep 11, 2026
Duration5:33
LanguageEnglish
Style
OutlawCountry, DarkCountry, Darkameriana, Hardstyle, with Banjo, with Harmonica, with Steel Guitar
Credits
Prompt by
Road_Dog
Road_DogModelAria v6
