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Outlaw Clash Video (MV)




Performed By: Alabama Instigator
Language: English
Length: 3:12
Written by: Christopher Lentz
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Alabama Instigator - Outlaw Clash Lyrics
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The sun cuts low through the swinging doors
A hush falls over these well-trodden floors
My boots hit ground, the tension's thick
A showdown brews, fast or slick
There he stands with a shadow wide
Blockin' the path where I aim to ride
Hand on the handle, ready to roll
But this here duel could cost my soul
It's a standoff, the air is cold
Two outlaws clash where the brave are bold
The stakes are high, no room for fear
This town ain't big enough for the both of us here
One will move, one will stay
And only the quick survives the fray
A tumbleweed rolls through the canyon wide
In his eyes, there's nowhere to hide
I shift my weight, my breath held tight
Waiting for him to make it right
The silence snaps like a pistol's sound
And every heartbeat shakes the ground
Do I charge ahead or wait my turn
In this deadly game, you live and learn
It's a standoff, the air is cold
Two outlaws clash where the brave are bold
The stakes are high, no room for fear
This town ain't big enough for the both of us here
One will move, one will stay
And only the quick survives the fray
Then he lifts his hand, the moment breaks
A jar of pickles, for heaven's sake
The tumbleweed's a cart wheel, squeaky and slow
And the canyon's just an aisle where the bread rolls go
The Wild West fades, reality looms
I'm just tryin' to get past the snacks to the prunes
It's a standoff, but not how it seemed
No dusty trail, no cowboy dreams
Just a grocery aisle, tight and thin
Where patience decides who'll lose or win
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English

The sun cuts low through the swinging doors
A hush falls over these well-trodden floors
My boots hit ground, the tension's thick
A showdown brews, fast or slick
There he stands with a shadow wide
Blockin' the path where I aim to ride
Hand on the handle, ready to roll
But this here duel could cost my soul
It's a standoff, the air is cold
Two outlaws clash where the brave are bold
The stakes are high, no room for fear
This town ain't big enough for the both of us here
One will move, one will stay
And only the quick survives the fray
A tumbleweed rolls through the canyon wide
In his eyes, there's nowhere to hide
I shift my weight, my breath held tight
Waiting for him to make it right
The silence snaps like a pistol's sound
And every heartbeat shakes the ground
Do I charge ahead or wait my turn
In this deadly game, you live and learn
It's a standoff, the air is cold
Two outlaws clash where the brave are bold
The stakes are high, no room for fear
This town ain't big enough for the both of us here
One will move, one will stay
And only the quick survives the fray
Then he lifts his hand, the moment breaks
A jar of pickles, for heaven's sake
The tumbleweed's a cart wheel, squeaky and slow
And the canyon's just an aisle where the bread rolls go
The Wild West fades, reality looms
I'm just tryin' to get past the snacks to the prunes
It's a standoff, but not how it seemed
No dusty trail, no cowboy dreams
Just a grocery aisle, tight and thin
Where patience decides who'll lose or win
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Writer: Christopher Lentz
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