VibeFoundry - Woke Up 65 Years Too Late | Southern Rock

Imagine waking up 65 years after a wild New Year's Eve in 1960 to a world full of screens, drones, and lost southern traditions. "Woke Up 65 Years Too Late" is a redneck rock journey of a man out of his time, blending powerful electric riffs, storytelling lyrics, and a nostalgic yet rebellious tone. This anthem captures the clash of past and present, filled with southern pride, a rusty old pickup, and a bottle of whiskey under a sky lit with New Year's Eve fireworks.

Feel the raw emotion and grit as we dive into the story of a redneck man struggling to find his place in a future he never imagined. With a catchy chorus and deep southern vibe, this song is a must-hear for fans of country rock and storytelling ballads. Toast to the South, to simpler times, and to finding your way in a world that moves too fast.

Hit play and join us on this unforgettable redneck rock adventure!

Lyrics:
It was New Year's Eve, 1960, down in Tennessee,
Whiskey was flowing, the band played wild and free.
I passed out in the barn with my boots by the door,
Woke up to a world I didn’t recognize no more.

Sixty-five years gone in the blink of an eye,
A world full of screens and planes in the sky.
They tell me it’s the future, but it don’t feel so great,
Woke up sixty-five years too late.

My old pickup’s gone, replaced by a drone,
Folks don’t dance no more, they just stare at their phones.
Tried to find my hometown, but it’s a Walmart lot,
And nobody’s fishing in the creek I thought I’d got.

Sixty-five years gone in the blink of an eye,
A world full of screens and planes in the sky.
They tell me it’s the future, but it don’t feel so great,
Woke up sixty-five years too late.

Asked a kid with blue hair, "Where’s the jukebox tunes?"
He laughed and said, "Old man, we stream on our rooms."
They call it progress, but I just don’t see,
What happened to the South I thought would always be?

Gone are the fields, gone are the ways,
Where’s the sound of banjos and long summer days?
I may be an old fool, stuck in the past,
But this new year’s world feels too fast.

So I grabbed a bottle and I found a quiet hill,
Watched the fireworks burst, my soul stood still.
Maybe this future’s not for a man like me,
But I’ll toast to the past and the land of the free.

Sixty-five years gone in the blink of an eye,
A world full of screens and planes in the sky.
They tell me it’s the future, but it don’t feel so great,
Woke up sixty-five years too late.

I’ll build me a cabin where the old pine stood,
With a jug of moonshine and a stack of firewood.
Let the world move on, I’ll stay in my lane,
Down in Dixie, where the spirit remains.

So here’s to the South, where the heart don’t fade,
Woke up sixty-five years too late,
But I’ll find my way.

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