Dust on My Name – Dark Western Ballad | Lead-Eyed Luke

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🎸 Lead-Eyed Luke – “Dust on My Name” - is a dark western outlaw folk ballad – with gritty acoustic guitar, harmonica, and cinematic storytelling.

Ride into the hush between hoofbeats with “Dust on My Name” — the next chapter in the tale of Lead-Eyed Luke.

Embark on a haunted journey through cursed lands, where the past clings like dust and the stars remember every name spoken in blood. The fire crackles, the desert watches, and Luke confesses — not for forgiveness, but because there’s nowhere left to run.

Carving a path with gritty western guitar, a sorrowful harmonica, and boots dragging through sin-soaked sand, Luke’s voice rides low — baritone, broken, and brave.
Each verse feels like a bloodstained memory — heavy, half-whispered, and lit by firelight.

Drawing inspiration from Dark Country, Outlaw Americana, Western Folk, and Cinematic Desert Blues,
this track is for those who ride alone, with dust on their name and a bounty at their back.

🔔 Subscribe to Lead-Eyed Luke for more outlaw laments and ghost-bitten ballads — stories strung from dust, regret, and six-string truths.

🎵 Sound & Styles:
dark country, outlaw americana, western folk, cinematic western, dusty blues, outlaw acoustic, male baritone vocal, harmonica, cowboy drama, ambient western, gritty mood, fire-hearted rhythm, wind and silence, mid tempo, D minor, E minor, emotional folk, southern gothic, haunted storytelling, desert soundtrack, melancholy ballad, western cinematic, blood and dust, ghost trail

🎧 For fans of: Colter Wall, Johnny Cash, Townes Van Zandt, Orville Peck, Nick Cave, Wovenhand

Lyrics : Dust On My Name

Ridin’ slow through the canyon wind
Sun settin’ down like a burnin’ sin
My horse is tired,
my soul is too
A wanted maaaaan
with nothin' to prove

Whiskey dreams and blood-soaked hands
Buried friends in cursed lands
Every town knows my story
But they don't know the weight I held

There’s dust, on - my - name,
Smoke in my, god damn trail
I'm ridin' at the cursed lands
oh - my - god , bounty hunters came

She wore white when I left that day
Now her name’s just a ghost I say
I see her eyes in the stars at night
They haunt me more than a shotgun fight

I’ve killed for gold,
I’ve killed for pride
But none of that eased the fire inside
This land don’t care for what you’ve done
They pray for god
But I don't mind !!

There’s dust, on - my - name,
Smoke in my, god damn trail
I'm ridin' at the cursed lands
oh - my - god , bounty hunters came

They say the West is wild and wide
But it ain’t no place to hide
You pay your dues in lead and shame
And all you get… is dust on your name

Dust on my name,
Blood on the land
I tried to be more
Than a wanted man
But the sky don’t change
And the past don’t sleep
So I ride alone
In the cursed lands...
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Unauthorized use, reproduction, or distribution of these lyrics, composition, or associated media is strictly prohibited.
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℗ Lead-Eyed Luke
Released on : July 28, 2025
Original Score : Dust On My Name

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