Run From the Reaper
Alex Wilson
Description
A high-octane outlaw country rocker about a man on the run from both the law and the Grim Reaper. The song blends gritty authenticity with cinematic intensity, fueled by twangy guitars, a driving rhythm section, and a desperate, weathered vocal. Themes of regret, redemption, and defiance intertwine as the protagonist races against fate through a desolate landscape, seeking one last shot at freedom.
Lyrics
(Verse 1) The dust kicks up behind me, on this lonesome road, My boots are worn to nothin’, carryin’ this load. Got a warrant in my pocket, and a devil on my trail, Runnin’ from the reaper, but I’m bound to fail. (Pre-Chorus) The wind’s howlin’ my name, through the midnight air, Ghosts of my sins, they’re closin’ in there. (Chorus) Run from the reaper, but he’s closin’ in, Hears my heart a-beatin’, smells my every sin. Through the canyons and the shadows, I’ll ride till I’m free, Run from the reaper, but he’s comin’ for me. (Verse 2) My old Chevy’s screamin’, tires spittin’ gravel fast, Chasin’ down redemption, but I’m haunted by the past. Every milepost mocks me, every star burns cold, This outlaw’s soul’s too heavy, for the stories I’ve told. (Pre-Chorus) The law’s lights are flashin’, in my rearview glow, But the reaper’s shadow’s darker, and he won’t let go. (Chorus) Run from the reaper, but he’s closin’ in, Hears my heart a-beatin’, smells my every sin. Through the canyons and the shadows, I’ll ride till I’m free, Run from the reaper, but he’s comin’ for me. (Bridge) I’ve burned too many bridges, left too many scars, Stole a piece of heaven, under these cruel stars. But if I keep on runnin’, maybe I’ll outsmart, That cold hand of fate, tearin’ at my heart. Maybe I can fool him, just a little while more Before I hear that knock, upon my cabin door (Chorus) Run from the reaper, but he’s closin’ in, Hears my heart a-beatin’, smells my every sin. Through the canyons and the shadows, I’ll ride till I’m free, Run from the reaper, but he’s comin’ for me. (Outro) So I’ll race this endless highway, till my engine dies, With the reaper in my mirror, and fire in my eyes. One last shot at freedom, one last rebel plea, Run from the reaper… but he’s comin’ for me. Yeah, he’s comin’ for me. (Keep on runnin’ free.) Comin’ for me.