Fifty Miles of Crimson

📐 FIFTY MILES OF CRIMSON 📜🔥 An epic musical tale of smuggling, betrayal, and a deadly race toward Brimstone Town. Song generated with AI. Produced and published by: @Pinotanzini 🚀 A highly cinematic dark country rock track that tells the story of a ruthless race between wagons and outlaws. Amidst gun smoke, broken axles, and horses galloping through the devil's canyon, the track evokes a dark and thrilling western atmosphere, driven by deception and the thirst for power. ⏱️ TIMESTAMPS 00:00 - Start: Introduction to the wasteland 00:36 - Verse 1: Maeve sips her whiskey, putting no man in her trust 00:58 - Verse 2: Cora's got a ledger written in lead and bone 01:15 - Pre-Chorus: No brakes on the grade, no mercy in the clay 01:25 - Chorus: Run boys run, the crows are in the sky 01:36 - Verse 3: McMurphy's coughing blood, spine snapped on the timber 02:23 - Verse 4: Cora whispered a secret to the axle tree 02:51 - Chorus: Run boys run, the crows are in the sky (Reprise) 03:15 - Outro: Brimstone is quiet, the cash has been paid 04:00 - End: Silence 📝 LYRICS [Title: FIFTY MILES OF CRIMSON] [Intro] (Instrumental / Dark acoustic intro) [Verse 1] Oh Canyon's dust is tasting like lead and rust Maeve sips her whiskey putting no man in her trust She spins a silver coin, watches the leather strain Fourteen black horses choking on grease and pain [Verse 2] Cora's got a ledger written in lead and bone She sold the rigged wagons, now she's sitting on a throne The sheriff is drinking, staring at his boots While the wheels hit the trail and the first pistol shoots [Pre-Chorus] No brakes on the grade, no mercy in the clay The devil's own canyon is going to get paid [Chorus] Run boys run, the crows are in the sky Fifty miles of crimson before the horses die Maeve wants the money, Cora wants the crown Vultures are circling over Brimstone town [Verse 3] McMurphy's coughing blood, spine snapped on the timber Diablo's carriage is nothing but a cinder Splinters fly like arrows tearing through the flesh Jack's whipping dead meat trying to stay fresh [Verse 4] Cora whispered a secret to the axle tree A broken cotter pin will set my pockets free They aren't racing for the gold or the glory in the sun They are just target practice for a woman with a gun The iron is melting, the valley is red The winners are bleeding, the losers are dead [Chorus] Run boys run, the crows are in the sky Fifty miles of crimson before the horses die Maeve wants the money, Cora wants the crown Vultures are circling over Brimstone town [Outro] Ooh Brimstone is quiet, the cash has been paid Just two clean dresses and a brand new spade [End] ⚖️ AI Legal Notices & Transparency: This track was generated and curated using AI artificial intelligence under a commercial license. ℗ 2026 @Pinotanzini. All commercial publishing and distribution rights are reserved by the author of the curation and mixing. 🏷️ TAGS & HASHTAGS #SunoAI #DarkCountry #EpicRock #FiftyMilesOfCrimson #EpicFantasy #NewMusic #Pinotanzini