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[Verse 1]
Sunrise sneaks in through a cracked-up blind,
Clock keeps talkin’ like a partner in crime.
Pocket’s just a canyon where the echoes play,
But the night’s old riff still begs me to stay.
[Chorus]
I’ve got miles of minutes drivin’ wild and free,
But my cash is caught in some melody.
So crank that open road inside my head—
Long on time, short on coin, let the backbeat raise the dead.
[Verse 2]
Sidewalk prophets preach about silver and gold,
While my denim dreams are wearin’ thin and cold.
Empty-cup coffee and a phantom parade,
Still I ride the thunder that cheap guitars made.
[Chorus]
I’ve got miles of minutes drivin’ wild and free,
But my cash is caught in some melody.
So crank that open road inside my head—
Long on time, short on coin, let the backbeat raise the dead.
[Verse 3]
Moonlight circus on a back-alley stage,
Serenade the shadows, let ’em rattle the cage.
Fortune’s just a rumor that the rich folks keep,
But I’m burnin’ hours like a riff I’ll never sleep.
[Chorus]
I’ve got miles of minutes drivin’ wild and free,
But my cash is caught in some melody.
So crank that open road inside my head—
Long on time, short on coin, let the backbeat raise the dead.

Clock Without a Coin

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Rock n roll has been a fun ride but for now county is calling the soul once again. You can easily navigate genres in the Playlist section.

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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