Black Hat, Blacker Soul

Black hat low, brim cut the light, Dust on my coat from a long last night. Town went still when I walked through, Even the whiskey knew what to do.

Poker hands froze mid-air, No one breathing, no one there. I don’t raise my voice, don’t need control — The darker the hat, the darker the soul.

I ain’t loud, I ain’t proud, I just don’t break. Some men bend, Some men take.

Black hat, blacker soul, Cold as a bullet hole. No mercy left to show, No debts I owe. You can pray, you can roll — But when that wind turns cold, It’s black hat, blacker soul.

I’ve seen boys try to test their nerve, Flash that steel like they deserve A name carved deep in outlaw stone — But fear makes music of its own.

I don’t chase and I don’t run, Don’t fire twice to get it done. Justice ain’t a written role — It rides inside a blacker soul.

You don’t step into my shadow Unless you’re ready to fall. The night don’t choose its hunters — It just darkens us all.

Black hat, blacker soul, Fire in a body cold. Ain’t no saint to console, Ain’t no story told. When the last bell tolls, And the dust takes hold — It’s black hat, blacker soul.

I wasn’t born this way — I was forged. Hammered down by loss, And a world that never mourned.

Black hat, blacker soul, No fear left to control. Heaven lost its hold, Hell went quiet and cold. When the earth unfolds — And the sky takes toll — It’ll whisper low…

Black hat. Blacker soul.

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