Born for the Dust | Dark Country Ballad of a Lost Outlaw (Chapter 1 – Tales of the Last Outlaw)

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🔥 No cross. No crown. Just dust, regret, and the devil’s smile.
"Born for the Dust" is the first chapter in the "Tales of the Last Outlaw" album — a dark country concept record tracing the life of a lone outlaw from dirt-poor beginnings to his final breath beneath desert skies.

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🩸 "Born for the Dust" reveals the outlaw’s origin — and the reason he chose the darker path.

Every element — was crafted to pull you into the dusty boots of a man shaped by rust and ruin.

🎧 This track was created with the help of AI tools to enhance arrangement and mood-building.

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Lyrics:

Born with a bullet in my blood,
Dust in my teeth, and smoke in my lungs.
Mama cried to a God that was blind,
I learned young that mercy's hard to find.

Leather hands and broken bones,
Stealin' bread just to bring it home.
Preacher said I'd rot where I stood—
Guess he was right… but I never understood.

No cross, no crown,
Just dirt draggin' me down.

I was born for the dust,
For the rust, for the broken roads.
I was carved by the dark,
By the scars that the devil sold.
Dust in my soul,
Ash in my breath,
Born for the dust—
Til there’s nothin’ left.

Cut my teeth on a bottle of shame,
Sold my soul just to dodge the rain.
Played my sins like a crooked hand,
And watched my heaven turn to sand.

No light, no sign,
Just whiskey and time.

I was born for the dust,
For the rust, for the broken roads.
I was carved by the dark,
By the scars that the devil sold.
Dust in my soul,
Ash in my breath,
Born for the dust—
Til there’s nothin’ left.

Some men ride for gold...
Some just ride to be forgot.

I was born for the dust,
For the rust, for the broken roads.
I was carved by the dark,
By the scars that the devil sold.
Dust in my soul,
Ash in my breath,
Born for the dust—
Til there’s nothin’ left.

...nothin' left...

📀 Full album coming soon: Tales of the Last Outlaw

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