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Branson Anderson

Defiance

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Americana

Defiance was released on June 19, 2026 by Branson Anderson as a part of the album Defiance - EP

Song Details

AlbumDefiance - EP

Release DateJune 19, 2026

LabelBranson Anderson

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM186

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Branson Anderson

Branson Anderson

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Branson Anderson

Branson Anderson

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Grant Siemens

Producer

Lyrics

Defiance was a small, dusty town

Once upon a time in the west

A tale that you've never heard

But a tale that you know nonetheless

The Sheriff was a town dude from the east

With his white suit and quicksilver speech

Who played a conniving charade

A crafstman of lies and deciet

The Sheriff ran a tight town

Called the shots and fixed the game

Through contriving and rigging and plot

Solely for power and gain

The Shackle Saloon faced the south

A perfect view of the jail

Where many an innocent man

Starved for weeks inside its cells

Inside the Shackle Saloon

Where the ladies of the night dwell

Was where Cindy the Tailor

Lived a life that did not treat her well

The Saloon was filled full of gamblers

And guitars and cigars and girls

The girsl called the Sheriff their master

Any passers-through just called him "sir"

Now Cindy was the top of the bottom

A daughter of ill repute

The men called her their one true love

The women, a prostitute

Cindy was the Sheriff's own

If she refused no doubt she'd be killed

Constantly working her own

And for the sheriff whenever she was called

ooo ooo ooo

Jasper was a gambling gunslinger

Violence and chance were his bread

The wheel of fortune never turned

For the hero of our story ahead

A merciless trouble had trailed him

Like the old hoary Serpent of Eve

Ever since Youth and Young Manhood

Thus the devil was all he could believe

Oh Jasper rolls into town

With an iron tied low on his leg

Not looking for any kind of trouble

Just a game and a girl and a bed

Inside the saloon he walks

Sheriff sees him but he's not yet upset

In the lap of a cowboy sits Cindy

Their fates sealed soon as their eyes met

Oh Jasper pretends not to see her

And approaches the clerk for a room

Purchasing himself a drink

And ascending the stairs in gloom

After washing the dust from his skin

He sat for a minute or more

When, interupting his thoughts,

A light knock came to his door

He opens the door to find Cindy

Standing out there in the hall

His tongue became tied from her beauty

He stood and did not speak at all

She says, "I've heard of your gun

And I hope that the stories are true

Because I've gotta tale

A tale to tell to you"

ooo ooo ooo

"The Sheriff rode in on a storm one day

Threatening loopholes of law

'No good deed goes unpunished in the west'

Became the Sheriff's mantra

The Sheriff oversees the town

With a cult of armed deputies

Treating all the poor townspeople

As their own personal property

The Sheriff and the Sheriff's 7 henchman

Banned all of our arms with force

Extorting the shops along mainstreet

And all of the buildings and stores

The Sheriff owns me and the girls

That work in the Shackle Saloon

Oh Jasper, I been praying so long

For someone like you."

Jasper could only stand silenced

Pondering the proper words to use

For even in the face of such beauty

Sometimes you got to refuse

"I am so sorry, darling,

But I cannot fight this fight for you.

I will be gone on the morrow.

I'm only just passing through."

Cindy's voice began to quiver,

"But it's what the Lord sent you here for."

Tears welled up in Cindy's eyes

As Jasper closed the door

He knew he should have stayed in Waco

The gambling was so easy there

Whiskey drowns a guilty conscience

And all of the thoughts you can't bear

ooo ooo ooo

Awakened from a troubled sleep

Jasper hears a crash

And the cry of a woman in need

One recalled from his troubled past

Down in the barroom below

The Sheriff had been drinking late

Slapping poor Cindy around

A visage of malice and hate

The deputy henchman stood round

Laughing in sport and in fun

The patrons could only watch

Until the Sheriff was done

The Sheriff raised a hand to deliver

A blow to Cindy's lovely face

But Jasper stood tall in the stairwell

"Don't you dare touch my sister that way!"

Jasper counted 7 henchman

And the Sheriff made an even 8

With 6 rounds packed into his sixgun

But Jasper was not afraid

Jasper did not waste a second

And so the legend has said

6 shots he fanned in an instant

The 7 henchman fell down dead

The Sheriff had no time to act

He reached for the gun in his coat

But Cindy, broken glass in hand,

Laid open the skin of his throat

The Sheriff's legs did give out

As the blood poured down onto his shirt

And with the Sheriff's own gun

She gave him no chance for last words

ooo ooo ooo

The townspeople now walk the street

No longer in fear or in shame

Praise be to their new hero

"Freedom" was the towns new name

"Oh Jasper, would you not stay,

Forever?" they asked, if he could

But Jasper chose to ramble on

Just like any rambler would

"Goodbye," he said to his sister

The lost sister that he had found

"I'm sorry I left you before,

And I'm sorry I'm leaving you now."

She watched her brother ride away

Until he was out of sight

And went back to making new clothes

That fit on people just right

Written by: Branson Anderson

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