Song: Hell at My Heels
Album: Dark Country Vol.2
Lyrics:
I was born where the river runs black,
Where the lost men go, and they don’t come back.
A deal went south, now the bounty’s set,
Ain’t seen the sunrise—not just yet.
One more mile, one last fight,
One more bullet if I aim just right.
I ain't beggin', I ain't scared,
A man like me ain't unprepared.
Hell at my heels, fire in my veins,
Runnin’ from the past, but the past remains.
No grave, no chains gonna hold me still,
I ride through the night with hell at my heels.
They wrote my name in the sheriff’s hand,
Blood for silver, dead or damned.
But the devil don’t take what the devil can’t break,
And I don’t bow, I just raise the stakes.
One more mile, one last fight,
One more bullet if I aim just right.
I ain't beggin', I ain't scared,
A man like me ain't unprepared.
Hell at my heels, fire in my veins,
Runnin’ from the past, but the past remains.
No grave, no chains gonna hold me still,
I ride through the night with hell at my heels.
Ten men stand where the crossroads meet,
Their fingers twitch, but so do my feet.
The hammer clicks, the silence falls,
And I ain't the one who’s gonna crawl.
Hell at my heels, fire in my veins,
Runnin’ from the past, but the past remains.
No grave, no chains gonna hold me still,
I ride through the night with hell at my heels.
Disclaimer:
All my songs are fictional, created solely for artistic and entertainment purposes. Any characters, events, or themes depicted do not promote or glorify violence or real-world actions.
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Album: Dark Country Vol.2
Lyrics:
I was born where the river runs black,
Where the lost men go, and they don’t come back.
A deal went south, now the bounty’s set,
Ain’t seen the sunrise—not just yet.
One more mile, one last fight,
One more bullet if I aim just right.
I ain't beggin', I ain't scared,
A man like me ain't unprepared.
Hell at my heels, fire in my veins,
Runnin’ from the past, but the past remains.
No grave, no chains gonna hold me still,
I ride through the night with hell at my heels.
They wrote my name in the sheriff’s hand,
Blood for silver, dead or damned.
But the devil don’t take what the devil can’t break,
And I don’t bow, I just raise the stakes.
One more mile, one last fight,
One more bullet if I aim just right.
I ain't beggin', I ain't scared,
A man like me ain't unprepared.
Hell at my heels, fire in my veins,
Runnin’ from the past, but the past remains.
No grave, no chains gonna hold me still,
I ride through the night with hell at my heels.
Ten men stand where the crossroads meet,
Their fingers twitch, but so do my feet.
The hammer clicks, the silence falls,
And I ain't the one who’s gonna crawl.
Hell at my heels, fire in my veins,
Runnin’ from the past, but the past remains.
No grave, no chains gonna hold me still,
I ride through the night with hell at my heels.
Disclaimer:
All my songs are fictional, created solely for artistic and entertainment purposes. Any characters, events, or themes depicted do not promote or glorify violence or real-world actions.
#music #darkcountry #outlawmusic #rock #blues #country #bluegrass #outlaws #outlawcountrymusic #darkfolk #americana #southernrock #americanamusic #countrymusic #banjomusic
- Category
- Music Music Category A Americana
- Tags
- dark country, dark country music, dark country rock
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