[Pre-Chorus] Gotta ride out the dirt – from it all Gotta saddle up – despite it all Gotta keep moving – above it all Feel like a killer – through it all [Verse 1] This feeling – pressure like a Colt in my hand Powder in my lungs, and my trail’s been damned No sheriff can stop me, I chase down my plan Every misfire’s just an echo that makes me who I am [Chorus] It feels like fire in my chest Like the whiskey I digest Like the sunlight that rejects But my heart beats like a Colt This wild feeling won’t let go. (Hmm… hmmm… aaahh…) [Verse 2] This feeling, right after the duel No matter their whispers, I ride on, no fool This feeling: meaning in all, but nothing is weight I spit dust, stay alive, I won’t break, I dictate No matter their screams No matter their gaze I stick to my blood – Colt in hand wins the race [Chorus] It feels like fire in my chest Like the whiskey I digest Like the sunlight that rejects But my heart beats like a Colt This wild feeling won’t let go. (Hmm… hmmm… aaahh…) [Verse 3] Ride through the night, no fear – I stand tall Roads made of bones – no dream is too small Learned from each bullet, each fall guides my aim No laugh in the desert – I know my own name Thoughts keep reminding me: I can do more What I was – just an outlaw, fair to the core [Bridge] Every night the same dream – gunfight at the saloon Draw the weapon, pull the trigger – no rest, no room The borders keep falling, the desert is my home Don’t ask me for tomorrow – tonight I ride alone [Melodic Break] (da da da daa dadadadadada dadaaaaa dadada dadadada dadadada hmmmmmmm [Pre-Chorus] Gotta ride out the dirt – from it all Gotta saddle up – despite it all Gotta keep moving – above it all Feel like a killer – through it all [Verse 4] Burned long ago Bounty on my back, every step’s a shadow Normal life? – no, I ride toward the shore Dream of no peace, just of lead and the war [Outro] I hope for blood-red days, and I know they’re near Gold rush, cards and whiskey – crystal clear A ranch as a dream? – maybe, if I survive Till then outlaw forever – dust, Colt, no prayer alive And if the jackpot hits – I’ll take it by force
