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[Verse 1]
They said, “File off your edges, son,
Trade your plow for city fun.”
But this old truck still rattles proud
On back-road dust where corn’s allowed.
I’d rather pick a dobro slide
Than chase a neon billboard ride;
I plant my words in Georgia ground—
They bloom like honeysuckle sound.
[Chorus]
I’m a red-clay backbone man,
Rooted deep where good rows stand;
Can’t rewrite the dirt that made me—
Books and barns and Grandpa’s hand.
Bet your boots I know my brand,
Set like fence-posts in this land;
Say your piece, but understand:
I’m a red-clay backbone man.
[Verse 2]
I won’t shake hands for polished press,
My Sunday suit is faded dress.
Ask a crooked, sideways thing—
You’ll get the truth my hammers sing.
Between Amazing Grace at dawn
And nighttime blasting Skynyrd on,
I walk that line with weathered pride,
A sinner’s grin, a saint’s inside.
[Chorus]
I’m a red-clay backbone man,
Rooted deep where good rows stand;
Can’t rewrite the dirt that made me—
Books and barns and Grandpa’s hand.
Bet your boots I know my brand,
Set like fence-posts in this land;
Say your piece, but understand:
I’m a red-clay backbone man.
[Verse 3]
They say someday I’ll be outlaw-grade,
Still paying dues with sweet tea paid.
King James rides in my glove box,
Beside a flask of sour mash knocks.
When this world spins slick and fast,
I till my furrow, hold it fast;
‘Cause truth grows strong in crimson loam—
That red-clay keeps me headed home.
[Chorus]
I’m a red-clay backbone man,
Rooted deep where good rows stand;
Can’t rewrite the dirt that made me—
Books and barns and Grandpa’s hand.
Bet your boots I know my brand,
Set like fence-posts in this land;
Say your piece, but understand:
I’m a red-clay backbone man.

Stubborn Like the Soil

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We country swerving a tad towards rock n roll!

Strumming their way through heartbreak, hilarity, and highway hijinks, The Artificial Home Wreckers are a country rock band like no other. Born from a chance encounter at a roadside diner with a broken jukebox, these renegades of rhythm specialize in songs that sound like a wild Friday night and feel like a hungover Saturday morning.

Their music is a cocktail of twangy guitars, foot-stomping beats, and lyrics that toe the line between tragic and downright ridiculous. From ballads about exes who "borrowed" their truck (and forgot to return it) to anthems about that one unforgettable karaoke night gone horribly wrong, they’ve got a tune for every lovable misfit out there.

Catch them on tour (if their GPS actually works this time), and remember their motto: “Breaking homes one chorus at a time!”

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