Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Boot prints Dust on my tongue Hat brim low Sun cuttin’ lungs Gun smoke hangs Like a bad old habit Cards on the table I’m it if you grab it [Pre-Chorus] Whole damn town Holdin’ its breath Church bell waits To count the dead You blink once That’s all I need One twitch You’ll never bleed again [Chorus] Fastest hands in the west Don’t test Don’t press your luck Got an itchy little trigger And it loves to get stuck Tobacco on my teeth Poison in my chest Say a prayer Say it quick For the fastest hands in the west [Verse 2] Bottle on the bar Nothin’ left but bite Sheriff in the corner Eyes sharp Too white He knows my draw He’s seen my work Bodies by the creek bed Bloom in the dirt [Pre-Chorus] Sweat runs cold Down his neck My boots tap time On the cracked old deck “Walk away Son” I give him that choice He reaches anyway So I raise my voice [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] You smell that burn? Steel and sin Every last cough Black on the wind [whispered vocals] Name carved deep On a pinewood chest Say it soft Say it scared Fastest hands in the west [Chorus]
Tags
Gritty outlaw country with modern trap hats, twangy slide guitar, and a low swaggering male vocal. Verses stay sparse and close-mic’d, upright bass pulsing like a heartbeat; chorus widens with stacked gang shouts and roomy drums. Occasional harmonica swells and tremolo guitar amps up the tension before a final, hard-stop ending.
Duration
2:47
Instrumental
No
Created
12/31/2025