Dead Men Ride in My Dust

I don’t look back, I know who’s there Boot prints in ash, eyes cold as prayer Some wore a badge, some wore a ring All gone now, but they still cling

Dead men ride in my dust They whisper low, but I don’t trust No grave holds what I outran And no soul calls me a righteous man But I don’t beg, and I don’t rust — Dead men ride in my dust

One by one, they tried my hand But you don’t duel with a cursed man I’ve lit cigars on open flame Of towns that never spoke my name

Dead men ride in my dust On every mile, every gust I don’t repent, I don’t explain The trail don’t ask, it just remains Their shadows follow — do what they must But dead men ride in my dust

If you think I carry guilt... You’ve never felt the weight of pride.

Dead men ride in my dust Some for vengeance, some for trust But I still ride, I still draw breath And I still ride like I owe death I won’t slow down, I won’t adjust — Let dead men ride in my dust

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