Hollis Crow - Ten Year Ghost (Official Audio)

He hunted a shadow for ten years, only to face the ghost of his own blood. Ten Year Ghost 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] Sun-baked plains and frosted peaks, Ten years I've chased the phantom streaks. A wanted man, a blurry face, Left ruin in his bloody trace. Whiskey burn and campfire smoke, Every rumour, every word he spoke. They said he rode a painted mare, With cold, dead eyes and matted hair. [Chorus] Ten years I’ve rode this lonely ground, With the shadow of my hat pulled down. The lawman's coin, a bitter gain, Through sun-baked dust and cold hard rain. [Verse 2] Last town he hit, a dusty hold, An old man's tale, a legend told. Said he left a mark, a jagged sign, A scar that echoed, kin of mine. My stomach knotted, cold and tight, Chasing ghosts into the dying light. Found his camp by a dry creek bed, A broken locket, tarnished red. [Chorus] Ten years I’ve rode this lonely ground, With the shadow of my hat pulled down. The lawman's coin, a bitter gain, Through sun-baked dust and cold hard rain. [Bridge] I found him slumped, face in the dirt, A bullet wound, a shirt ripped, hurt. Flipped him over, stiff and pale, And time stood still, a living jail. His eyes, the same as Momma's blue, That jagged scar, I knew it true. My brother's face, a decade gone, Beneath the rise of a cold grey dawn. [Chorus] Ten years I’ve rode this lonely ground, With the shadow of my hat pulled down. The lawman's coin, a bitter gain, Through sun-baked dust and cold hard rain. [Outro] The sun came up, a blood-red stain, On two dry tears, and cold hard rain. I drew my pistol, heavy lead, And left him there among the dead. The lawman's coin, it won't be claimed, My brother's name, forever shamed. And on this trail, I ride alone, With a haunted heart, a silent moan. No gallows rope, no justice dealt, Just a family curse, profoundly felt.