Track · Aug 17, 2026 · English
Hunted by the Wrong Name
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Duration
5:23
Language
English
Lyrics
[Classic Southern Dark Outlaw Country]
[Intro]
[(Lonely banjo. A crying harmonica answers. Old wooden floorboards creak as the wind blows through a dusty town.)]
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[Verse 1]
I've worn the dust of a hundred miles,
But never took pride in what I've done.
The stars all know the lies I've told,
Yet my heart has always been its own.
They call me the Devil's drifter,
'Cause they never see the truth I hide.
I only wanted peace for my family,
But every road pulled me outside.
[Chorus]
I'm no outlaw, I'm just running,
From a life that never felt like home.
The law keeps chasing only shadows,
While my soul walks all alone.
No hero, no king, no bandit,
Just a man trying to survive.
If the Lord should ask why I fell,
I'd say, "Lord... I never wanted this life."
[Instrumental]
(A dark banjo fingerpicking melody takes the lead while the harmonica cries over a slow, steady bass.)
[Verse 2]
A pistol on your hip won't make you evil,
But fear can load every chamber tight.
I only drew it to make it home,
Then left behind another burning night.
The sheriff only reads old records,
Not every tear I've tried to hide.
Every shot I still regret
Echoes louder deep inside.
[Chorus]
I'm no outlaw, I'm just running,
From a life that never felt like home.
The law keeps chasing only shadows,
While my soul walks all alone.
No hero, no king, no bandit,
Just a man trying to survive.
If the Lord should ask why I fell,
I'd say, "Lord... I never wanted this life."
[Bridge]
The harmonica cries so softly,
Like it knows what no one sees.
Sometimes the wrong road carries
A good man's soul through fire and misery.
[Final Chorus]
I'm no outlaw... just forgotten,
Caught between the curse and dawn.
Lay my pistol in the red dirt,
I don't need it anymore.
When the last train leaves the station,
And my name finally finds its peace,
The wind will sing across the valley:
"He was never evil... just alone."
[Outro]
(The banjo slowly fades while the harmonica holds one final mournful note. Only the wind remains.)
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Style
southern dark outlaw countrywith harmonicawith banjoenglish
Credits
Prompt by
Road_Dog
Road_DogGeneratedAug 17, 2026
ModelZona