Unraveling the Legend of John Kinney: Outlaw Hero of the West! 🌵🔫

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Step into the unforgiving deserts of the Old West with “John Kinney Story – Arizona Outlaw Blues. This gritty country blues ballad follows the real-life tale of John Kinney — Civil War veteran turned gang leader — who left a trail of blood and dust across New Mexico and Arizona. With haunting slide guitar, harmonica moans, and outlaw spirit, this song captures the life of a man who rode the edge of law and legend.

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Unraveling the Legend of John Kinney: Outlaw Hero of the West! 🌵🔫
LYRICS:
[Verse 1]
Born back East in ol' Hampshire land,
‘Fore bullets and blood had shaped his plans.
Iowa winds blew him west with the war,
Sergeant stripes—still he hungered for more.

Out in New Mexico, the sun burned red,
John Kinney built a gang, and folks wound up dead.
With Jesse Evans, he rode the line,
Stealin’ cattle, playin’ with fire and time.

[Chorus]
He was a rider, a ghost in the dusk,
With iron in his hands and a trail in the dust.
When the law came callin’, he’d just grin and ride,
John Kinney lived, where the brave men died.

[Verse 2]
Las Cruces rang on a cold year’s end,
A saloon fight sparked by drunk young men.
Thrown out bloody, but they came back mad,
Bullets flew, and the night turned bad.

Three lay dead ‘fore the sun had shone,
Kinney fired back and cracked a bone.
In Lincoln County, the fires burned bright,
Murphy and Dolan fed that fight.

[Chorus]
He was a rider, a ghost in the dusk,
With iron in his hands and a trail in the dust.
When the law came callin’, he’d just grin and ride,
John Kinney lived, where the brave men died.

[Bridge]
Shot in the face, but death stepped aside,
He faced the judge, but never fried.
Then prison came for a rustler’s crime,
But the bars swung wide before their time.

[Verse 3]
No more gangs, the smoke had cleared,
His men were gone or disappeared.
He fought again for the U.S. flag,
Wore two faces—honor and shame in a drag.

Struck gold deep in Arizona’s hills,
But never outran those outlaw thrills.
Laid down his gun in Prescott's shade,
Where his restless soul was finally laid.

[Final Chorus]
He was a rider, a ghost in the dusk,
With iron in his hands and a trail in the dust.
He played both sides, he rode both tides,
John Kinney lived, where the brave men died.

[Outro]
Now the desert wind still speaks his name,
Whispers of fortune, fire, and flame.
And in the silence ‘neath western skies,
The outlaw’s legend never dies.

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🎵 Lyrics by: Borna Cuk
🎶 Music & Voice: AI Generated

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