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Crank the volume: outlaw riffs and gravel vocals blaze down a dusty highway.

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[Verse 1]
Granddad hid a rusty .44 behind the barn-wood door,
Right beside a spruce-top Martin bruised on every dance-hall floor.
“The law may swap its color, boy, but cold blue steel rings true—
So strike a chord, cock the hammer, let the daylight answer you.”
[Chorus]
Gimme a wild-card outlaw, spit-shine on his boots,
Blacktop gospel in his throat, pocket full of roots.
No mannequin with glitter where a backbone oughta be—
I need gravel-road redemption growlin’ in outlaw key.
[Verse 2]
Neon-nursed impostors chase a sugar-coated feed,
Crooning prefab heartbreak rented cheap and looped on speed.
They never chased a thunderstorm across a barbed-wire night,
Yet preach about the lightning like they birthed the bloody light.
[Chorus]
Gimme a wild-card outlaw, spit-shine on his boots,
Blacktop gospel in his throat, pocket full of roots.
No mannequin with glitter where a backbone oughta be—
I need gravel-road redemption growlin’ in outlaw key.
[Verse 3]
I still hear Cash in carburetors, Waylon in the wind,
Haggard in a hushed barroom where the broken songs begin.
Their echoes load my verses like a brass-clad magazine—
Waiting on a fresh desperado to pull truth onto the scene.
[Chorus]
Gimme a wild-card outlaw, spit-shine on his boots,
Blacktop gospel in his throat, pocket full of roots.
No mannequin with glitter where a backbone oughta be—
I need gravel-road redemption growlin’ in outlaw key.