Текст песни
[Intro Orchestral: An epic, escalating symphonic intro. Slow, heavy strings, deep brass, dramatic percussion. Imagine wide shots of a desert landscape, two lone horsemen approaching each other.]
[Verse 1]
[Vocalist 1]
Dust swirls up from sun-baked ground, the buzzards circle low,
A parched throat, a heart that pounds, for a score I have to know.
They say you’re tough, they say you’re fast, with notches on your grip,
But legends, friend, they never last, when my steel begins to slip.
[Verse 2]
[Vocalist 2]
Your shadow stretches, long and thin, across this dusty town,
A hungry smirk, a hidden sin, beneath your faded crown.
I’ve faced down beasts and desperate men, from Texas to the plains,
And every time, I won again, through blood and pouring rains.
[Chorus}
[Both vocalists]
Oh, yeah, my gun is longer than yours! A truth that cuts like steel,
Through desert winds and slammed saloon doors, this moment is for real.
My hand is steady, eyes are keen, no tremor, doubt, or fear,
The quickest draw this land has seen, when death is standing near!
[Instrumental Loss: The orchestra keeps the tension. It's using a western-style guitar and a single trumpet beating out a motif.]
[Verse 3]
[Vocalist 1]
You swagger in, a mighty lord, with silver on your spurs,
But a shiny belt means little, chord, against these weathered blurs.
I’ve seen men freeze, their courage flee, when staring down my barrel,
A single shot sets spirits free, from every earthly quarrel.
[Verse 4]
[Vocalist 2]
You preach your power, grand and bold, your reputation wide,
But stories whispered, bought and sold, can easily subside.
This dry creek bed, this endless sky, will witness what takes place,
And only one will walk on by, with glory on his face.
[Chorus]
[Both vocalists]
Oh, yeah, my gun is longer than yours! A truth that cuts like steel,
Through desert winds and slammed saloon doors, this moment is for real.
My hand is steady, eyes are keen, no tremor, doubt, or fear,
The quickest draw this land has seen, when death is standing near!
[Instrumental Section: A complete cinematic orchestral riot! The transition from slow tension to fast, dynamic gunplay in sound. A virtuoso section for violins, followed by a brass section. There is a short, eerie lull in the middle of this section, symbolizing the second before the decisive moment, and then an explosion of energy again.]
[Bridge]
[Both vocalists]
The sun is setting, crimson stain, upon the distant hills,
A final breath, a moment’s pain, the silence that now stills.
One man will stand, the other fall, beneath this desert moon,
Responding to the final call, that echoes far too soon.
[Final Chorus]
[Both vocalists harmonized, ad-libs]
Oh, yeah, my gun is longer than yours! A truth that cuts like steel,
Through desert winds and slammed saloon doors, this moment is for real.
My hand is steady, eyes are keen, no tremor, doubt, or fear,
The quickest draw this land has seen, when death is standing near!
Oh, yeah, my gun is longer than yours! A truth that cuts like steel,
Through desert winds and slammed saloon doors, this moment is for real.
My hand is steady, eyes are keen, no tremor, doubt, or fear,
The quickest draw this land has seen, when death is standing near!.
[Outro: Classic Western Movie melody.]
[It ends with complete silence.]
