The Rufus Buck Gang – Terror in Indian Territory 1895
Автор: AMERICAN Folk & Country AI Music 🎶🪕
Загружено: 2025-11-08
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This dark outlaw country rap tells the violent story of the Rufus Buck Gang — five young outlaws who unleashed terror across Indian Territory in 1895. Led by Rufus Buck, half Creek and half Black, the gang carried out ruthless raids, shootings, and robberies, leaving a bloody trail from Okmulgee to Muskogee. Their rampage ended in Fort Smith under Judge Parker, “The Hanging Judge,” where all five were executed together on July 1, 1896.
Style, Genre and Type: Outlaw Country Rap, Hick-Hop, Western Trap, Male and Female Duet, Spoken-Word Flow with Melodic Hooks.
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Rufus Buck Gang – Outlaw Country Rap Story - Dark Hick-Hop Ballad!
LYRICS:
(Verse 1)
Yeah, this ain't no song, this is the dust on your boots and the blood on your hands.
Indian Territory, ain't nobody free, just lost souls in a dying land.
Rufus Buck, half Creek, half Black, ain't got no home, just vengeance in his chest.
Got my crew, five wild boys, all of us outlaws on a deadly quest.
(Beat drops - The drum machine kicks in hard, the tempo speeds up)
In Okmulgee, we're stockpiling steel and lead,
Ain't for huntin', it's for the rage festerin' in our heads.
First shot fired, Deputy Garrett hit the dirt,
Didn't ask for trouble, but he found it, and now he's just dirt.
One week of hell, no turning back, no giving up.
We ain't lookin' for peace, we're here to fill up our dirty cup.
(Chorus - The beat gets heavier, the vocals are aggressive and fast-paced)
Five outlaws ridin' with fire in our eyes, leaving a trail of blood beneath these endless skies.
From Okmulgee to Fort Smith, we made the law stand still,
'Til the Judge dropped the rope and gave us all a bitter pill.
No mercy for the Rufus Buck Gang, our legend's etched in stone,
We ain't lookin' for freedom, just the chance to die alone!
(Verse 2)
Robbin' the ranches and stores, nothin's sacred, nothin's secure.
We told old Callahan to run, a cruel bet, but he got away,
So we shot his helper down, just to make sure we'd made 'em pay.
Then came the stories, the dark deeds, the women who cried in the night,
They didn't make it, but we kept on pushin', lost to our own violent light.
(Bridge - Beat slows down again, the guitar and harmonica return, creating a sense of impending doom)
The hunters came, marshals and the Creek Light Horse on our heels,
No way out, trapped outside Muskogee, they knew our wheels.
Surrounded, captured, broken and bruised, our dreams went to dust.
We had to face the music, the end of our trust.
(Outro - The beat fades, leaving only the slow, mournful guitar and harmonica, and a final, raspy vocal)
They brought us to Judge Parker, the Hangin' Judge, no doubt.
He didn't need a witness, just a rope to carry it all out.
July first, one PM, in Fort Smith, a final scene.
Five men swingin', a ghost story, a wicked, mean machine.
Yeah, that's the end of the song, the story of the Rufus Buck Gang.
We were the outlaws, the shadows, the forgotten, the ones who went out with a bang.
(Music fades to silence)
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