作词 : Philip Gonzales
作曲 : Philip Gonzales
They say I was born with a bullet in hand
Raised by wolves in no man’s land
Outlaw blood in my every breath
A shadow riding circles with death
They sent their best — they all went cold
Fathers, sons, guns bought and sold
I'm the tale they whisper at dusk and dawn
The man you hunt… but never draw on
Sun’s hangin’ low on a bloodshot sky
Dust in my lungs, and death ridin’ high
Boots pound dirt like a war drum beat
Six deep graves where the lawmen sleep
They called in names I thought were dead
Ghosts with guns and prices on my head
I tipped my hat, said “You boys are late”
Then I carved my name into fate
Trumpets wail like heaven’s cry
But I’ve never been the prayin’ kind
Brass and blood beneath the sun
They draw their steel — I don’t run
A hundred tried, a hundred fell
This town can’t buy what I won’t sell
Ash to ash, with smoke in hand
I still ride this cursed land
You thought I’d fall like the rest of ‘em?
Tell your god — I’m the reckoning!
One man stood, the rest went down
Their names now dust in a ghost town
They carved a grave, but not for me
I ride on — wild and free
Brass and blood, and I still breathe
You want the crown? You'll have to bleed
This land don’t kneel, this name don’t die
And I ain’t buried ‘til I decide
Gunsmoke faith and iron will
No one ever could — and no one ever will
Tell the devil… I rode through.
作词 : Philip Gonzales
作曲 : Philip Gonzales
They say I was born with a bullet in hand
Raised by wolves in no man’s land
Outlaw blood in my every breath
A shadow riding circles with death
They sent their best — they all went cold
Fathers, sons, guns bought and sold
I'm the tale they whisper at dusk and dawn
The man you hunt… but never draw on
Sun’s hangin’ low on a bloodshot sky
Dust in my lungs, and death ridin’ high
Boots pound dirt like a war drum beat
Six deep graves where the lawmen sleep
They called in names I thought were dead
Ghosts with guns and prices on my head
I tipped my hat, said “You boys are late”
Then I carved my name into fate
Trumpets wail like heaven’s cry
But I’ve never been the prayin’ kind
Brass and blood beneath the sun
They draw their steel — I don’t run
A hundred tried, a hundred fell
This town can’t buy what I won’t sell
Ash to ash, with smoke in hand
I still ride this cursed land
You thought I’d fall like the rest of ‘em?
Tell your god — I’m the reckoning!
One man stood, the rest went down
Their names now dust in a ghost town
They carved a grave, but not for me
I ride on — wild and free
Brass and blood, and I still breathe
You want the crown? You'll have to bleed
This land don’t kneel, this name don’t die
And I ain’t buried ‘til I decide
Gunsmoke faith and iron will
No one ever could — and no one ever will
Tell the devil… I rode through.