Russian Bill – The Outlaw Who Claimed to Be a Count’s Son | Western Ballad!

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"Russian Bill" is a cinematic outlaw folk ballad based on the true story of William Tattenbaum—a mysterious drifter in the Old West who claimed aristocratic Russian heritage. With velvet coats, golden curls, and a flair for drama, he rode through Cochise County chasing myths and danger. From whiskey firesides to the gallows of New Mexico, this haunting song captures his rise and fall. A blend of storytelling, acoustic richness, and poetic reflection, “Russian Bill” brings the forgotten legend back to life where dust meets dreams and the wind remembers names.

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Russian Bill – The Outlaw Who Claimed to Be a Count’s Son | Western Ballad!
LYRICS:

(Verse 1)
In the dusty trails of Cochise County,
Where the sun sets low and the shadows loom,
Rode William Tattenbaum with dreams wild as thunder,
A lion-heart wrapped in velvet gloom.
He claimed he was born from noble bloodlines,
A Countess’s son with golden hair,
But beneath that fine coat of silk and leather
Lived an outlaw lost in desert air.

(Chorus)
Oh Russian Bill, you rode so free,
With your tales of grandeur ‘neath that wide-open sky.
But the noose came tight on that fateful night,
Left your legend hanging where eagles fly high.
In this land of rustlers and midnight fights,
You chased the wind but lost to the light.

(Verse 2)
He laughed with cowboys ‘round whiskey firesides,
With Sandy King beside him through it all.
They danced on the edge of pride and danger,
In saloons where shadows and old stories call.
The Clantons knew him as a jester in boots,
A drifter with charm and a tale to sell,
But when trouble stirred in Tombstone's courts—
Would his noble claims break the gallows’ spell?

(Chorus)
Oh Russian Bill, you rode so free,
With your tales of grandeur ‘neath that wide-open sky.
But the noose came tight on that fateful night,
Left your legend hanging where eagles fly high.
In this land of rustlers and midnight fights,
You chased the wind but lost to the light.

(Bridge)
“Spare me,” he begged as the moment came clear,
Tears in his eyes and his voice edged with fear.
But Sandy stood firm, no sorrow, no lie—
Just a glass of cool water and a wordless goodbye.

(Verse 3)
Now ghosts ride at dusk through the canyon walls,
Their whispers drift on desert air;
Of a man named William who once had it all—
A story of sorrow carved everywhere.

(Chorus)
Oh Russian Bill, you rode so free,
With your tales of grandeur ‘neath that wide-open sky.
But the noose came tight on that fateful night,
Left your legend hanging where eagles fly high.
In this land of rustlers and midnight fights,
You chased the wind but lost to the light.

(Outro)
For wild-hearted souls of the untamed West,
And dreamers who ride with the stars at their chest;
Though nobility fades into silence and sand,
The name of Russian Bill still rides through this land.

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

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