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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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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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