Run Through the Dust (Red Dead 1)

It’s a long, quiet road, where ghosts don’t sleep, No peace for a man whose scars run deep. Dust in my lungs, blood on my hands, They said, “Make it right,” but don’t tell me how it ends. They tore apart my name, left me with their lies, Now I’m burnin’ daylight under troubled skies. Oh, they said the west was wide and free, But it’s a trap for a man like me. Every step I take feels like the last, I’m runnin’ through the dust to outrun my past. I’ve drawn my gun, felt its weight like lead, Done what I had to, for the livin’ and the dead. The law and I, we’ve never been the same, Out here, justice don’t mean much without a name. Oh, they said the west was wide and free, But it’s a trap for a man like me. Every step I take feels like the last, I’m runnin’ through the dust to outrun my past. A man’s choices carve the road he walks… But maybe, just maybe, redemption ain’t lost. The sun hangs low, pullin’ shadows long, Every mile I’ve crossed feels like a mournin’ song. The world don’t forget, it keeps its score, I just hope there’s mercy at the devil’s door. Oh, they said the west was wide and free, But it’s a trap for a man like me. Every step I take feels like the last, I’m runnin’ through the dust to outrun my past. It’s a long, quiet road, where ghosts don’t sleep, And the west holds a man… until he’s six feet deep.