One Last Clean Before the Dust

Verse 1 I laid the cloth across the barrel slow, Like a preacher foldin’ hands before a grave. This gun’s seen more truth than most men know, And I still ain’t sure which soul it saved.

Verse 2 The oil runs like memory through the rust, Cleaning sins from steel I can’t forget. Each pass a sermon, each click a trust — I whisper names I ain't forgiven yet.

Pre-Chorus Don’t need a map, I know where hell starts — It’s where my boots lead after dark.

Chorus One last clean before the dust, One last ride, do what I must. No redemption left to trust — Just this shotgun, grit, and rust. If I fall, I fall face-first — But I’ll be clean before the curse.

Verse 3 I saw my name carved in a broken stone, But I’m still here with blood and breath. The ghosts won’t let me ride alone — They sit beside me, betting death.

Final Chorus One last clean before the dust, Ain’t no heaven I discuss. This iron’s cold but knows my trust — Let it sing before I’m crushed. One last look, then back I thrust… One last clean before the dust.

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