THE DUST KNOWS MY NAME - DEADLANDS WEST.

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The dust knows my name.

The desert is a preacher with a voice of burning gold,
It tells you every promise, but it never keeps a soul.
The sun is just a coin hanging low above the land—
And we all chase its shimmer, like a fool with empty hands.


Oh, the dust knows my name,
It whispers where I’ve been.
My sins ride beside me,
Like shadows made of wind.
My horse knows the road,
But the road don’t know my face—
I am just a traveler
In a world I can’t replace.


The towns are made of whispers and the eyes behind the glass,
They greet you with a handshake, but they pray you never last.
The gold you steal is nothing but a weight upon your chest
A tomb made out of glitter, where your heartbeat cannot rest.


My horse is born of thunder
My guilt is made of bone
We run across the valley
Yet both of us alone.


Oh, the dust knows my name…


If the sky forgives the outlaw,
Then the river may forgive the stain—
But until the mountains crumble,
I will carry all their names.