Outlaw’S Last Ride

Out where the dust chokes and the black oaks burn
Rides a man they won't name no road to return
They call it the Outlaw's Last Ride
One final blaze 'fore the reaper's tide

Blood on his spurs with a snarl in his glare
He storms through the wastes where the vultures stare
A pouch of black powder a mind full of scars
Each mile he rides tears the heavens apart
They say he spits at the gallows' call
But he's laughin' loud as the shadows fall

Outlaw's Last Ride burnin' down the dusk
Specter on the badlands forged from iron and rust
No plea for forgiveness no fear of the grave
Just a shot and a saddle and a legend to pave
Outlaw's Last Ride screamin' through the night
He's the howl of the damned and the devil's delight

He stole the dawn from a hangman's noose
Left it bleedin' in the sand with the coyote's truce
The posse's hounds choke on his trail of ash
But the wolves salute with a toothy flash
His heart's a furnace wild and unslaved
His soul's a stampede never to be caged

They swear he's a ghost born of grit and sin
But the truth?
He's the storm where the end begins

Outlaw's Last Ride burnin' down the dusk
Specter on the badlands forged from iron and rust
No plea for forgiveness no fear of the grave
Just a shot and a saddle and a legend to pave
Outlaw's Last Ride screamin' through the night
He's the howl of the damned and the devil's delight

A detuned guitar snarls like a hellhound's cry
Fuzz bass thunders shaking bones in the sky
A wah-drenched solo spirals through clouds of distortion
Drums pound like hoofbeats relentless contortion

His name's a curse the wind won't bear
A past that smolders in the desert's glare
The ravens circle the stars retreat
When the Outlaw rides to his final beat

Outlaw's Last Ride burnin' down the dusk
Specter on the badlands forged from iron and rust
No plea for forgiveness no fear of the grave
Just a shot and a saddle and a legend to pave
Outlaw's Last Ride screamin' through the night
He's the howl of the damned and the devil's delight

And when the horizon bleeds and the night slams shut
You'll hear his roar
A spark in the gut
But track his dust and he's already gone
Just a low mean riff where the Outlaw rode on