Flames Of Desire

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[Verse 1]
Friday night, rolled in hot
Still smell like fryer grease and unpaid thoughts
Cracked a beer with my name on the side
Someone said “this is a funeral,” I said “well, damn—sorry, I tried”
Uncle Pete's dancin’ with the urn
Spilled bourbon on a Bible, said “wait your turn”
I hit on a bridesmaid who turned out to be
My second cousin… twice, apparently

[Chorus]
We’re just sippin’ on a maybe
Talkin’ big dreams and actin’ real shady
Got a buzz like a chainsaw fight
It’s a dumpster fire, but the sparks look nice
Hey stranger, hold my beer now (Beer now)
If I run naked, cheer loud (So proud)
Just blame tequila for the crimes you commit
We’re all a little messed up, and we’re proud of it
Yeah, we’re sippin’ on a maybe

[Verse 2]
Saturday started in a Waffle House booth
With a waitress named Karma and a missing tooth
She said, “Y’all smell like gasoline and shame”
I said, “Hell yeah, put that on my grave”
We hit a flea market for some fireworks
Bought a crossbow, a waffle iron, and two “Jesus Works” shirts
Tried to start a band in the Dollar Tree
Till we got kicked out for drummin’ on beef jerky

[Chorus]
Still sippin’ on a maybe
Everything’s stupid and that’s what saved me
I kissed someone I thought was my ex
Turns out it’s her twin — and now we’re all perplexed
Hey babies, drop that pride down (Right now)
We’re all broken but it’s fun somehow (Pow pow)
Life’s too short to play it clean
So we’re chasin’ dumb with gasoline
Yeah, we’re sippin’ on a maybe

[Verse 3]
Sunday woke up in a kiddie pool
With a raccoon on my chest and a “Party Mule” tattoo
My boots were gone, replaced with Crocs
And someone made a bong from a mailbox
Cousin Dale’s passed out in a tent
That says “Live, Laugh, Lawsuit” — heaven sent
I called my mom, just to say hey
She said, “You sound like you joined a cult—anyway…”

[Chorus]
Still sippin’ on a maybe
Tryin’ to live free, dumb, and kinda lazy
Got no plan but a cooler full of beer
And a playlist full of “what the hell happened here?”
Hey Monday, suck an egg now (Egg now)
You can’t kill this rodeo somehow (Bow down)
We may not know what the hell we're doin’
But we’re damn good at nothin’ and we’re still improvin’
Yeah, we’re sippin’ on a maybe

Sippin’ on a Maybe

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[Verse 1]
I was raised by neon lights and barroom fights,
A rebel born beneath the midnight skies.
On a runaway train, my life's been rolling,
Fueled by whiskey, trouble, and lies.
Got scars carved deep, and debts piled high,
Wearing sins like they're medals of pride.
But out of the blue came salvation dressed in white,
Girl, you turned this outlaw's tide.

[Chorus]
You've got me leaving shadows behind,
Trading reckless nights for peace of mind.
A drifter anchored by your touch,
Didn't know redemption could mean this much.
Was running wild, till your love set me free,
An angel's battle, turning a rebel like me.

[Verse 2]
Never thought you'd break through walls this thick,
Walls built from heartache, steel, and brick.
But your touch cuts right through leather and ink,
And I'm feeling things I swore I'd never think.
Once bound to freedom, alone I would roam,
Now freedom tastes sweeter when you're my home.
You've turned my wandering heart around,
This old sinner's finally settling down.

[Chorus]
You've got me leaving shadows behind,
Trading reckless nights for peace of mind.
A drifter anchored by your touch,
Didn't know redemption could mean this much.
Was running wild, till your love set me free,
An angel's battle, turning a rebel like me.

[Bridge]
Yeah, you loved me harder than my demons could fight,
With every kiss, you're rewriting my life.
Thought redemption was a road too steep,
But here you are, laying next to me.

[Chorus]
You've got me leaving shadows behind,
Trading reckless nights for peace of mind.
A drifter anchored by your touch,
Didn't know redemption could mean this much.
Was running wild, till your love set me free,
An angel's battle, turning a rebel like me.

Anchored by an Angel

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[Verse 1]
Kid, you think you're outlaw-made?
Got that look, but will you fade?
Leave your badges at the door,
Trouble's what you're signing for.
Copper stills breathe dragon flame,
Life out here ain't no tame game.
Jump in shotgun, hold your nerve,
Speed and whiskey, life's a curve.
[Chorus]
Kickin' dust on midnight roads,
Outrun lights and lawman's codes.
Jar of thunder, outlaw zeal,
Brother, I'm hell behind the wheel.
[Verse 2]
Miles from town, we're in the clear,
Shakin' off the rearview mirror.
Raise that jar and take your shot,
Taste that burn, it's all we got.
Secret spots and whiskey drops,
Livin' fast, the run don't stop.
Wildfire sippin', eyes ablaze,
Freedom in these reckless ways.
[Chorus]
Kickin' dust on midnight roads,
Outrun lights and lawman's codes.
Jar of thunder, outlaw zeal,
Brother, I'm hell behind the wheel.
[Bridge]
Fence posts blur, ain't lookin' back,
Burnin' rubber, blacktop tracks.
Born to chase the lightning spark,
Moonshine dreams thrive in the dark.
[Chorus]
Kickin' dust on midnight roads,
Outrun lights and lawman's codes.
Jar of thunder, outlaw zeal,
Brother, I'm hell behind the wheel.

High Proof Highway

You ever caught someone lying straight to your face? 
"Nothing But a Cheater" is a raw country rock anthem that hits hard — no second chances, no more games.
This song is for everyone who's been betrayed and stood back up stronger. With gritty guitars, powerful drums, and a gung-ho spirit, this track captures the pure fire of calling out the truth.
If you love country rock that doesn’t pull punches, you’re going to feel every line of this.
Recorded with the spirit of modern country rock and a driving beat that won't quit, "Nothing But a Cheater" puts heartbreak and anger right at the forefront.
Big thanks to everyone discovering Jonesy200 and supporting independent country music!
If you're tired of hearing watered-down songs about cheating, this one is for you.
Stream it, blast it loud, and tell a friend who's been there too.
More country rock and raw country anthems coming soon — stay tuned!

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Lyrics
Nothing But A Cheater

Not going to give you the time of day no more
You've been, then there too many times before
Telling me your stories, as though nothing ever happened
I am sure you think I am blind telling me your still mine

Telling me that I am wrong, it is all in my mind
Telling me to relax and have a couple of drinks
Telling me that everything will be alright
Not this time, you are not telling me tonight

Your nothing but a cheater, I saw you tonight
Your nothing but a cheater, I followed you and no I'm right, oh i'm right, oh i'm right
Your nothing but a cheater, there ain't no more blowing wind up my ass
Your nothing but a cheater, I will live my own life thanks, and find someone with class

It has been months now, I would go to bed worried about where you were
You were coming home in the middle of the night
You would say you were out with your mates, I new you were taking flight
I suspected you were up to no good and Your nothing but a cheater..... (Oh yes you are)

Your nothing but a cheater, I saw you tonight
Your nothing but a cheater, I followed you and no I'm right, no i'm right, no i'm right, oh right
Your nothing but a cheater, there ain't no more blowing wind up my ass
Your nothing but a cheater, I will live my own life thanks, and find someone with class

So the only place your heading to is the front door
There is no room for you here not even on the floor
So pack your things and walk out that door
Your not welcome here anymore, your nothing but a cheater....(Oh Yes you are.... oooh.... oooh)

Your nothing but a cheater, I saw you tonight
Your nothing but a cheater, I followed you and no I'm right, no i'm right, no i'm right
Your nothing but a cheater, there ain't no more blowing wind up my ass
Your nothing but a cheater, I will live my own life thanks, and find someone with class

Keywords
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Nothing But A Cheater

Nothing But a Cheater – A Country Rock Song About Betrayal

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[Verse 1]
You tilt that Stetson like a loaded dare,
Blue-steel grin in the carnival glare.
Cherry chapstick tastes of sweet outlaw,
Drags me closer than a county law.
Your laugh’s a spark that hits the fuse,
Bare-feet tap to a back-road blues.
If we cross that line, can’t climb back over—
Baby, strike it hot, burn down the clover.
[Chorus]
Fire-touch—flash—night ignites bright,
Gasoline halo in the rebel moonlight.
No seatbelts, no brake-lights glow,
We’ll ride the sparks ’til the rivers run low.
When your lips find mine, clocks quit time—
Heartbeats hammer in a two-stroke rhyme.
Can’t hit stop on a wildfire show—
Let it roar, let it roll, let it blow.
[Verse 2]
Miles will mutter in a backseat dust,
Morning might judge, but it won’t judge us.
Throw tomorrow in the glovebox hush,
Floorboard flames in an all-night rush.
Steal a sunrise off a diesel drum,
Paint the horizon with a steel-toe hum.
If daybreak stings like a goodbye cough,
We’ll laugh at the ashes and shake ’em off.
[Chorus]
Fire-touch—flash—night ignites bright,
Gasoline halo in the rebel moonlight.
No seatbelts, no brake-lights glow,
We’ll ride the sparks ’til the rivers run low.
When your lips find mine, clocks quit time—
Heartbeats hammer in a two-stroke rhyme.
Can’t hit stop on a wildfire show—
Let it roar, let it roll, let it blow.
[Bridge]
Maybe fate’s a busted string
On a pawn-shop Tele gold;
Still, we’ll bend that note to ring—
Watch the jealous stars unfold.
[Chorus]
Fire-touch—flash—night ignites bright,
Gasoline halo in the rebel moonlight.
No seatbelts, no brake-lights glow,
We’ll ride the sparks ’til the rivers run low.
When your lips find mine, clocks quit time—
Heartbeats hammer in a two-stroke rhyme.
Can’t hit stop on a wildfire show—
Let it roar, let it roll, let it blow.

Sparks on the Dash

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[Verse 1]
Mailman dropped another bruise-blue bill,
Wallet’s thinner than a sawgrass quill.
But buried under late-fee screams
Lay a sun-bleached photo cracked at the seams.
Bench-seat Chevy, July-night heat,
Crickets crowd-surfing that back-road beat.
Twelve-gauge laughter, bottle-rocket sparks,
Scratchin’ our names in the county park.
[Chorus]
Red-clay renegades, jukebox hurricanes,
Sweat-stained prophets of the two-lane plains.
Fuel gauge flirting with the capital “E,”
Raise one high for the chaos—wild and free.
That was us.
[Verse 2]
Meet for a game, pretend we’ve grown,
Then the scoreboards fade and the legend’s on.
Talk gets loud like a two-lane hymn,
Braggin’ on nights we forgot to end.
Gulf-breeze kiss and a Mardi-Gras grin,
Truck-bed throne rolling bourbon within.
Flip-cup kings with a half-shot crown,
Turned the strip to a carnival town.
[Chorus]
Red-clay renegades, jukebox hurricanes,
Sweat-stained prophets of the two-lane plains.
Fuel gauge flirting with the capital “E,”
Raise one high for the chaos—wild and free.
That was us.
[Bridge]
Clock keeps ticking, but the needle sticks
When a bar-room band hits those drone-string licks.
Gray in the beard, yet the wild won’t fade—
One chord strikes and we’re back in the parade.
[Chorus]
Red-clay renegades, jukebox hurricanes,
Sweat-stained prophets of the two-lane plains.
Fuel gauge flirting with the capital “E,”
Raise one high for the chaos—wild and free.
That was, that is, that’ll always be us.

Rust-Red Time Machine

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[Verse 1]
Whispers crackle down the barber-shop wire,
Say I’m octane sin and a spark to any fire.
You’re chapel-bell sweet in a summer-dress glow,
But your grin’s got a dare only moonset will know.
Dash-light flickers on a freedom I stole,
You slide in, laughing, toss caution in the hole.
Tailpipes kiss gravel, stars shiver awake—
Two hearts on the lam with the night at stake.
[Chorus]
Bad-boy motor, sweet-girl flame,
Side-rail thunder, no one to blame.
Lean in closer—let the quiet die;
Hold on, angel, let your halo fly.
[Verse 2]
Mailbox shadows blur as we rocket past the mill,
Your daddy’s rules fading over cotton-field hills.
You swap honor-roll curls for a wind-whipped crown,
Trade gold-star grades for a run-down town.
Bonfire bleachers, cheap vinyl sings,
We toast to the trouble that midnight brings.
Promise I’ll steer you home before the rooster moans—
But the rooster’s a liar when gasoline groans.
[Chorus]
Bad-boy motor, sweet-girl flame,
Side-rail thunder, no one to blame.
Lean in closer—let the quiet die;
Hold on, angel, let your halo fly.
[Chorus]
Bad-boy motor, sweet-girl flame,
Side-rail thunder, no one to blame.
Lean in closer—let the quiet die;
Hold on, angel, let your halo fly.

Gasoline Angels Gone Rogue

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[Verse 1]
I crank my midnight motor, draggin’ smoke-soaked rebel air,
Pocket full o’ busted quarters, jukebox hymns of raw despair;
You said, “Roll up with the dents, kid—grace ain’t scared of heavy road,”
So I’m sparkin’ bourbon comets, preachin’ mercy as my code.
[Chorus]
Gonna stall these iron stallions at that clapboard chapel gate,
Press my palms on humming tanks, unload this outlaw weight;
Let this bottle be the body, let this burden stamp my fate,
I’ll pour it out like midnight wine and leave an empty plate.
Here I stand—shattered man—itchin’ for a clean slate.
[Verse 2]
Townies swear I’m wastin’ treasure, drownin’ what they call a friend,
But every swallow’s shackled iron, drags the daylight to its end;
Tried to weld my world together with a pride left on the shelf,
Turns out rust won’t hold a heartbeat—Lord, I can’t fix my self.
[Chorus]
Gonna stall these iron stallions at that clapboard chapel gate,
Press my palms on humming tanks, unload this outlaw weight;
Let this bottle be the body, let this burden stamp my fate,
I’ll pour it out like midnight wine and leave an empty plate.
Here I stand—shattered man—itchin’ for a clean slate.
[Verse 3]
I traded moonshine’s afterburn for the sweetness of the rain,
Pistons drum salvation rhythms, drowning whispers of the pain;
I’m carving Sunday highways in a ribbon made of tar,
With scripture on the dashboard, chasing grace that’s runnin’ far.
[Bridge]
Throttle shouts hosanna, tailpipes spit a gospel fire,
Mile-markers ring like church bells, asphalt sings a back-road choir;
Devil’s hitchin’ roadside—let him walk that melting tire,
’Cause Your grace just topped the tank and hot-wired every wire.
[Final Chorus]
Yeah, I parked those iron stallions at that clapboard chapel gate,
Left the ghosts inside the bottle to evaporate their weight;
Where the liquor was the body and the burden sealed my fate,
Now the gravel tastes like manna on redemption’s silver plate.
Here I stride—ratchet-pride—rollin’ out in brand-new slate.

Fuel-Line Faith

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[Verse 1]
Old flatbed Ford on a red‑clay lane,
Backfire pops like a box‑car train.
Moonshine grin underneath my brim,
Friday‑night sin runs rim‑to‑rim.
[Chorus]
Ride along, feel that four‑speed roar,
Bonfire sparks on the creek‑side shore.
Crank up Hank ’til the speakers fry,
Swing your girl ’neath a cornbread sky.
Same two chords keep rollin’ strong,
You’ll sell your soul for that old‑school song.
[Verse 2]
You’ve heard tailgate tales of Daisy Dukes,
Honky‑tonk heroes and barroom jukes.
Just wait ’til she spins when the fiddle slides,
Boot‑heel thunder where the river rides.
[Chorus]
Hang loose, watch the sawdust twirl,
Neon halo ’round a Wrangler girl.
Let her tune that country dial,
She’ll steal your heart in a single mile.
Same two chords—truth we own,
Once it hooks ya, it won’t leave ya alone.
[Bridge]
Come Sunday morn, the pew sits still,
Choir‑house echoes across the hill.
Bow your head when the preacher speaks,
Grace runs deep in the rolling creeks.
[Chorus]
Fire up that Ford when the prayers are done,
Carry that hymn like a loaded gun.
Same two chords on a beat‑up box,
Holy riot under feed‑store clocks.
Cornbread sky and the dust we stir,
That same old song still cures what hurts.

Whiskey‑Wired Choir

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My name is Keith Jones, I’m a songwriter from Hervey Bay, Australia.
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I’m Jonesy200 — a multi-genre songwriter with 168 and counting original songs available for licensing by serious performing artists. If you're a vocalist ready to perform meaningful, emotional tracks that can create impact (and returns) — I’ve got songs built to make waves. I write across genres: Country, Hip Hop, R&B, Pop, Soul, Rock — because life doesn’t fit in a box, and neither should your music. Tracks like “I’m Still Standing” are more than songs — they’re my truth. Born with epilepsy, shaped by ADHD, I fought to stand on my own — and now the world is starting to listen. Over 150,000 listens on SoundCloud, 39,000 in the last month alone — and not a single dime spent on promotion. Real music. Real listeners. No fake plays. This is organic growth — powered by heart, not hype. Now we expand. Spotify. SoundCloud. YouTube. Audiomack. One channel at a time — breaking down the music industry wall the way it should be done: with songs that matter. And voices that do them justice. Listen here: Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/2qzn8X3AOQUokEPJlIHsY8 SoundCloud: @keith-jones-281413858 YouTube: www.youtube.com/@KeithJones-xs1jr Audiomack: audiomack.com/kandltjones
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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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