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[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]
Details
GeneratedDec 31, 2025
Duration2:47
LanguageEnglish
Style
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.
Credits
Prompt byMuseSound472
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Gun smoke, tobacco, poison, slinging guns, itchy trigger finger, fastest hands in the west
