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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Found him by the highway cross
Sleeping where the weeds grew tall
Boots by a rusted mailbox
Name carved faint on the wooden post
He said
“Son
I used to live here once
Before the river took our land”
Ash on his sleeve
Map in his hand
Eyes like a burned-out town
[Chorus]
I’m just a shadow in the rearview
Drifting from another man’s sin
Every road I ride remembers
Every house I don’t walk in
If sorrow had a saddle
It’d be worn down just like me
Dust on my shadow
Nowhere left to be
[Verse 2]
He talked about a restless bride
White dress stained in diesel rain
How he left her at the county line
Choking on his daddy’s name
Said he heard her in the truck stop glow
Humming low in the bathroom stall
“You can’t outrun the things you own
They follow like a stray that knows you”
[Chorus]
I’m just a shadow in the rearview
Drifting from another man’s sin
Every road I ride remembers
Every house I don’t walk in
If sorrow had a saddle
It’d be worn down just like me
Dust on my shadow
Nowhere left to be
[Bridge]
He pointed where the blacktop bends
“Right there’s where my brother fell”
One wrong look
One wrong friend
Turned that ditch into his cell
Said
“I don’t fear dying much
I fear the day they forget my face”
Then he laughed like breaking glass
And vanished in the heat-haze
[Chorus]
I’m just a shadow in the rearview
Drifting from another man’s sin
Every road I ride remembers
Every house I don’t walk in
If sorrow had a saddle
It’d be worn down just like me
Dust on my shadow
Nowhere left to be
[Outro]
[Voice and guitar only]
Pulled back on that highway cross
But the weeds were the only sign
Just dust on my shadow
And a name I couldn’t find
Details
GeneratedFeb 3, 2026
Duration4:36
LanguageEnglish
Style
folk, Slow dark country ballad with male vocals; brushed snare and low, rattling toms under a tremolo baritone guitar and mournful pedal steel. Verses stay hushed and close-mic’d, with upright bass barely pulsing; chorus blooms with stacked gravelly harmonies and a distant church organ. Subtle plate reverb wraps the vocal, giving a haunted, wide-open-night feel, then everything strips back to voice and guitar on the final line., country
Credits
Prompt by_red_nomad_
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Dark country sorrow and story telling about a drifter
