Hollis Crow - Empty Horizon (Official Audio)

A penitent outlaw walks into the vast desert, seeking a final, forgotten resting place. Empty Horizon Hollis Crow Subscribe for new dark outlaw country every week. #OutlawCountry #DarkCountry #CountryMusic #NewCountry #WesternMusic #AmericanaMusic #GothicAmericana #StorySong #SadCountry #ColterWall #JohnnyCash #TylerChilders #SturgillSimpson #CodyJinks #FrontierMusic LYRICS [Verse 1] Left the last town, sun-bleached and forgotten, Dust on my boots, a bitter taste on my tongue. My sins like lead, a heavy, dark burden, Another dawn breaks, another chapter unsung. My black hat pulled low, a gunmetal glint, No trail back from here, just the silence ahead. Every step is a whisper, a hollow, cold hint, Of the bed I have chosen, among the unsaid. [Chorus] Oh, the buzzard's shadow, long and lean, Stretches out across the barren floor. I'm walking into nothing, wild and mean, Where no man searches, evermore. The empty horizon, calling my name, A promise of silence, for my broken-down frame. [Verse 2] The cactus claws upward, dry and defiant, No water, no comfort, just rock and the heat. Whiskey burn in my gullet, a desperate client, For the sleep that will find me, bitter and sweet. I see faces in mirage, out on the sand, The lawman, the banker, the girl I once knew. Just ghosts of the past, in this unforgiving land, Every crime I committed, coming back into view. [Chorus] Oh, the buzzard's shadow, long and lean, Stretches out across the barren floor. I'm walking into nothing, wild and mean, Where no man searches, evermore. The empty horizon, calling my name, A promise of silence, for my broken-down frame. [Bridge] No absolution waits, no kind, gentle hand, Just the sun and the silence, for a soul bought with wrong. I lived by the gun, across this vast land, Now I'll die by its heat, where I truly belong. My name will be lost, like the wind through the sage, No headstone, no markers, no stories to tell. Just a blank, empty canvas, a turning of page, A quiet departure, from this living hell. [Chorus] Oh, the buzzard's shadow, long and lean, Stretches out across the barren floor. I'm walking into nothing, wild and mean, Where no man searches, evermore. The empty horizon, calling my name, A promise of silence, for my broken-down frame. [Outro] The sun dips low now, painting the rock red, My last breath is coming, a dust-choked farewell. My boots are worn through, my weary soul fed, By the quiet of death, where no stories dwell. The buzzard waits patient, a sentinel grim, The horizon is empty, and so am I.