The Dirt Remembers My Name

A thousand miles behind my back, Each one carved into the track No prayers left for me to fake, Just dust that clings and hearts that break

The law rode fast, but not as fast As the sins I buried in my past You can change your coat, your aim, your face — But not the truth you can’t erase

The dirt remembers my name, Even when the sky forgets Blood don’t wash in western rain — It just settles with regret

I ain’t asked for peace or grace, Only time to leave no trace But every step still echoes loud — You can’t outrun what you’ve allowed

They speak of me in whispered tones, By gallows, graves, and weathered stones But I don’t haunt — I just exist, In every shot the reaper missed

The dirt remembers my name, Even when the fire dies A man can lie to god or flame — But not to earth, and not to time

The dirt remembers my name, It don’t forgive, it don’t explain It holds the truth beneath the shame — And whispers back in broken rain

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