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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]
Midnight whispers on an endless road
A faded photo left my heart exposed
Tried to run from all the love we made
But your memory’s stuck like a serenade
[Chorus]
I’m drivin’ on through the night
Though I swear I’m missin’ you
This six-string can’t hold me tight
And there’s more than highways in my rear view
[Verse 2]
Every motel sign feels like a lie
I’m haunted by your last goodbye
Neon dreams can’t dim what I’ve lost
Freedom’s price is too high a cost
[Chorus]
I’m drivin’ on through the night
Though I swear I’m missin’ you
This six-string can’t hold me tight
And there’s more than highways in my rear view
[Verse 3]
Sunrise looming, I’m near your door
Chasin’ fame don’t matter anymore
If home is where your voice rings true
Then I’m finally done runnin’ from you
[Chorus - Variation]
I’m pullin’ in at first light
My foolish pride is overdue
This six-string can sleep tonight
‘Cause there’s more than highways in my rear view

Broken Compass Bound

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[Verse 1]
On a midnight curve past Widow's Hill
Wheels gave out, time stood still
Twisted metal, breath went cold
Promises whispered, truths retold
Life reeled back, clear and strong
Wrongs and rights, where I went wrong
Seconds slowed as shadows danced
Swore I'd change, if given the chance
[Chorus]
Balanced on the brink
At the edge of letting go
All your truths come rushing in
Things your heart's afraid to show
Praying for redemption
Holding hope like sacred air
Swearing you'll be different
If life answers one more prayer
[Verse 2]
Wandered years with reckless eyes
Found redemption in my goodbye
Mom's tearful gaze, dad's quiet pride
Saw the love I'd set aside
Now Sundays find me present, clear
Beside my brother, shedding fear
Love's the lesson I now trust
Each heartbeat precious, live or bust
[Chorus]
Balanced on the brink
At the edge of letting go
All your truths come rushing in
Things your heart's afraid to show
Praying for redemption
Holding hope like sacred air
Swearing you'll be different
If life answers one more prayer
[Bridge]
Every scar a teacher, dawn a sign
Mistakes forgiven, no longer mine
Grateful now, tomorrow unclear
Choosing faith, releasing fear
[Chorus]
Balanced on the brink
At the edge of letting go
All your truths come rushing in
Things your heart's afraid to show
Praying for redemption
Holding hope like sacred air
Swearing you'll be different
If life answers one more prayer

Things Your Heart's Afraid to Show

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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

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[Verse 1]
Grind-whistle coughs at the rusted mill gate,
Lunch-pail ghosts drift toward the interstate;
Payroll ink still wet on my palms—
Spend it like thunder in a clutch of psalms.
Snap-back stars on a mud-slick hood,
Cheap chrome sparks where the sawgrass stood.
Somebody texted, “Bring a string of lights,”
So we wired up the oaks like camping satellites.
[Chorus]
It’s a moonshine meteor show,
Fire-jar glow and a backbeat slow;
Tilt that bottle ’til the Milky Way blurs—
Tonight this meadow is the whole wide world.
[Verse 2]
Tailpipes beatbox on a crooked two-lane,
Kickdrum potholes rattle window-pane.
Cherry-lip smirk under brim-shadow eyes,
Slingshot laugh cuts the humid night.
Vinyl-hiss fiddle on a pirate FM,
Boot-print constellations stompin’ Amen.
Big-city SUVs edge the treeline gloom—
We’ll teach ’em how the locals fuel their moon.
[Chorus]
It’s a moonshine meteor show,
Fire-jar glow and a backbeat slow;
Tilt that bottle ’til the Milky Way blurs—
Tonight this meadow is the whole wide world.
[Verse 3]
Bonfire dragon breath kisses the sky,
Diesel perfume in a lullaby.
Heartbeats sync like a V-twin roll,
Gravel-road gospel saving restless souls.
Kissed my name in steam on her side-view glass,
Drew an arrow north that the dawn can’t pass.
Come sunrise, bills will call us back,
But right now forever fits in a truck-bed rack.
[Chorus]
It’s a moonshine meteor show,
Fire-jar glow and a backbeat slow;
Tilt that bottle ’til the Milky Way blurs—
Tonight this meadow is the whole wide world.

Milky-Road Moonshine

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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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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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