Long Range Victory

V7.5
brian raber
03:35
2025-10-20
115
Country, Energetic, Guitar, Driving, Male vocals
[Intro]
0:13
[Verse]
0:14
Freddy drew his rifle slow, breathin' steady in the snow
0:14
First shot whispers through the pines, 945 yards to go
0:20
Three more echoes chased him down, turned that bull around
0:26
[Verse]
0:38
Cliffs were high and winds were mean, 650 yards away he'd lean
0:38
Bullets danced like fireflies, under Montana's steel-blue sky
0:45
Dawn broke cold and clear that day, 20 yards and he couldn't stay
0:51
[Chorus]
0:57
Oh it's a 31-shot tango, blood on aspen leaves
0:57
Seven hundred yards of thunder, buckled at the knees
1:05
Vernon's cussin', Brian's watchin' from a ridge so high
1:10
Three and half mile pack out, under western skies
1:16
[Bridge]
1:29
Steel kissed smoke a hundred-eighty out,
1:29
Brian held that canyon like a lookout scout
1:32
Blood trail wrote a hunter's psalm,
1:35
Elk horn crown in the morning calm
1:38
[Verse]
1:41
Fourteen shells lay in the frost, when that bull turned and lost
1:41
Freddy's boots chewed mountain stone, every step a hunter's groan
1:49
Last light saw him stumble home, antlers draggin' through the loam
1:55
[Chorus]
2:03
Oh it's a 31-shot tango, blood on aspen leaves
2:03
Seven hundred yards of thunder, buckled at the knees
2:09
Vernon's cussin', Brian's watchin' from a ridge so high
2:15
Three and half mile pack out, under western skies
2:21
[Chorus]
2:40
Oh it's a 31-shot tango, blood on aspen leaves
2:40
Seven hundred yards of thunder, buckled at the knees
2:48
Vernon's cussin', Brian's watchin' from a ridge so high
2:53
Three and half mile pack out, under western skies
2:59
[Outro]
3:06