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Jeb Return 1917 | Dark Country Music - Vengeance or Mercy (Cimarron Trilogy Finale)

🚂 JEB RETURN 1917 Twenty years after the fire, Jeb Garrett returns to the Cimarron before shipping out to the French trenches of WWI. Confronting Silas Croft, Jeb is torn between his mother's plea for mercy and his father's final, silent vow of vengeance. The choice is made at the sound of the train's whistle, closing the chapter on a generational feud. --- ⚖️ Part 3 of the Cimarron Vengeance Trilogy 📍 The final choice: Hate or Hope? --- LYRICS: [Intro] Mama, Papa—twenty years and here I stand, The bark knows your names carved by a younger hand. Shipping out to war, France waits beyond the storm, But this tree and you both keep me warm. [Verse 1] Papa died with grief as heavy as the dust, His last words weighed on me, a bone I can’t just rust: “The hate remains, the fire’s cold but not gone, Unavenged, boy, that dark shadow lives on.” [Verse 2] Down to Guthrie, where Croft walks through gilded halls, Rich man’s door, pillars lit by smoke and false calls. His eyes meet mine through windows cracked and old, Justice turned its back—leaving stories untold. [Pre-Chorus] Back beneath the cottonwood, traced in fading bark, Our names carved deep, promises sharp and stark. The weight settles cold, steadying like breath in a storm, A vow breathed forever, haunting and warm. [Chorus] I understand the rage, the voice that calls for fight, But Mama’s whisper pleads mercy in the darkened night. Bound by grief and choice, standing where the fires made— I carry their voices on this rail to war’s cruel shade. [Verse 3] Rifle cleaned, oiled, the same one Papa held tight, Mama’s mercy battles Papa’s burning night. In my mind, their voices clash, quiet and loud— One begs forgiveness, one vows a shrouded crowd. [Bridge] Croft’s house looms, an old man framed by his pane, I raise the sights, heart caught in the fray of blame. If I pull the trigger, what blooms from her sacrifice? Or does it snuff the light, the hope that gave me life? [Final Chorus] At the train’s whistle, the choice silently made, Papa’s hopes, Mama’s prayers, both gently weighed. Living for what’s beyond, when hate fades to a name— I ride to war carrying their love and pain. [Outro] The rifle rests, its cold steel never told what came, Croft’s fate, my soul, blurred lines I can’t name. To honor both hearts—Mama’s peace, Papa’s flame, I walk the line forever, never quite the same. --- #darkcountry #westernmusic #darkamericana #cinematicmusic #gothicamericana #storysong #conceptalbum #revenge #redemption #jebgarrett #wwi #finalchoice #acousticcountry ⏳ The line is walked forever.