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[Verse 1]
Alarm clock buzzin', it's 6 AM
Coffee ain't helpin', here we go again
My boots are worn, my truck's near gone
But tonight I'm livin' through another song
Punch that clock, just countin' down
To neon lights on the edge of town
Crowd’s waitin' on that old wooden stage
Another Friday night, earnin' minimum wage

[Chorus]
Turn it up loud, yeah let's go
Hear them strings and feel that flow
From Willie to Waylon, and some Hank in between
Playin' songs about life and the American dream
There's a girl in boots dancin' wild and free
Front row smilin', eyes locked on me
Small town livin', it ain't fancy but it's real
Tonight, man, I'm king of the field

[Verse 2]
One more round, they’re shoutin’ my name
Singin' bout trucks, love, and heartache pain
Old jukebox hummin', bartender knows
I'll spend every dollar that comes and goes
The crowd gets loud when I pick that song
The one we all know, we all sing along
End of the night, pack up my guitar
Livin' paycheck to tip jar, just like a star

[Chorus]
Turn it up loud, yeah let's go
Hear them strings and feel that flow
From Willie to Waylon, and some Hank in between
Playin' songs about life and the American dream
There's a girl in boots dancin' wild and free
Front row smilin', eyes locked on me
Small town livin', it ain't fancy but it's real
Tonight, man, I'm king of the field

[Bridge]
No record deals, just stories to tell
Life on the stage suits me well
Might never be famous, but that's alright
‘Cause this little town's rockin' tonight

[Outro Chorus]
Turn it up loud, one more time
Keep the rhythm flowin', keep it in line
From Johnny Cash stories to modern-day rhyme
This life ain't easy but tonight it feels fine
Front row beauty still smilin' my way
Makes every late night worth every day
Small town nights, these songs are my crown
Yeah, we're country-rockin' this town

Paycheck to Tip Jar

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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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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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