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Daughter Of A Gun(response to The Outlaw Saint Daddy was a pistol)

Samantha
High-velocity outlaw country-trap fused with heavy metal, punk rock, southern rock, and modern country rock, Distorted twin electric guitars, chugging power chords, and feedback screams locked to punchy neo–honky tonk drums, rolling trap hi-hats, and a thick, pulsing 808 bassline, Fast, energetic, rebellious groove with a half-spoken, half-sung southern soulful female lead vocal flipping between gritty rap cadences and soaring rock-country belts, Dark cinematic desert atmosphere with electronic textures, reverse reverb swells, thunder cracks, wind rush, leather creaks, and horse breaths and snorts woven into the rhythm, Big gang-style female shout hooks, high-energy drops into halftime breakdowns that explode back into galloping double-time choruses for a fearless, battle-ready feel, Tension builds to a near a cappella vocal before the word “gun” slams the full band back in for a massive, ringing finale
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[Verse 1] I come from a nowhere map dot My mama warned me ‘bout him loud Every scar he wore, every slammed screen door Made him the talk of the town He’d stay out late, rage in his veins Come home smellin’ smoke and booze Folks say I’ve got his wild in me But I learned how to pick and choose... [Chorus] Yeah, Daddy was a pistol And I’m a daughter of a gun Grew up duckin’ all the shots Now I’m the one who doesn’t run I don’t go lookin’ for chaos But chaos knows the blood that I’m cut from Yeah, my Daddy was a pistol And I’m a daughter of a gun... [Verse 2] Sit down on any small-town barstool Every bartender knows my face ‘Fore they even pour that first whiskey They all say, “You got your daddy’s taste” Sheriff winks and tips his hat “Girl, you fight like your dad” I just smirk and raise my glass But I ain’t him, I broke that path... [Chorus] Yeah, Daddy was a pistol And I’m a daughter of a gun Turned that powder into power I’m my own loaded one I don’t go chasin’ the shadow But shadows talk ‘bout where I’m from Yeah, my Daddy was a pistol And I’m a daughter of a gun... [Bridge] Some dads might leave money Some pass down the family home Mine left scars and warnings And a last name carved in stone Ain’t somethin’ I can hide from So I learned how to stand head-on If Daddy always was a pistol... Guess I’ll always be a daughter of a gun… [Chorus] Yeah, Daddy was a pistol And I’m a daughter of a gun Turned that fire into armor I’m the trigger on my own tongue I don’t go beggin’ for mercy But mercy knows the dirt I’m from Yeah, my Daddy was a pistol And I’m a daughter of a gun... [Country Trap Rap Outro] Every town has a story ‘Bout the man I knew He wrote the rulebook I bent it in two He lit the match I walked through the flame I’m the reckoning To that family name Boots still muddy Heart still sore Still pick battles Worth swingin’ for Call it outlaw Call it therapy Call it what you will It’s just blood in me [Music Drops] You’ll remember my name When all’s said and done [Full Band Impact] ‘Cause Daddy was a pistol And I’m a daughter of a gun