VibeFoundry - Gone for Smokes | Redneck Rock

A chaotic tale of bad decisions, whiskey, and a high-speed escape! "Gone for Smokes" dives into the life of a redneck running from responsibilities, trailer drama, and the consequences of one too many nights fueled by poor choices. With humor and heart, this track captures the spirit of southern chaos and a man who’s always just one step ahead of his own mess.

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Lyrics:
Woke up in a rundown trailer, roof leaking on my head,
Next to me a stranger smiling, I wished that I was dead.
Boots were in the fridge again, my jeans hung on the door,
Looked at her and thought, “What’s her name? And what’s she smiling for?”

The whiskey bottles told the story, the night was wild and long,
The trailer smelled like gasoline, something’s definitely wrong.
She said, “Morning, cowboy, last night was quite a show,”
But I grabbed my keys and bolted, yelling, “Girl, I gotta go!”

Flying down the county line, leaving trouble in my dust,
My pickup is my savior when my life begins to bust.
I don’t remember her name, her face is just a blur,
But I know this kind of chaos—it’s the life I always stir.

Few weeks later, back in that trailer, knockin’ at my door,
There she stood with a little grin, said, “Surprise! You’re dad once more.”
Pointed at her belly, and I thought, “Oh Lord, not again,”
Three kids, three trailers, and my life’s a trailer spin.

Mama saw me coming, shaking her head from the porch,
“Boy, if stupid was a fire, you’d be holding the torch.
That’s three babies now, and none of ‘em knows your name,
Better fix that mess you made, or stay the hell away!”

Sitting in my truck, watching the sun dip low,
Thinking ‘bout the three kids I’ve got and what I oughta know.
Maybe kid number three’s my sign to stop and find my way,
Then I laughed and said, “Hell no! I’ll just run today.”

Stopped at the corner store, grabbed a six-pack and a pack of smokes,
Told the cashier, “Life’s a joke, but man, I’m good at these strokes.”
Drove off with the windows down, the night wind in my hair,
Thinking, “They’ll all ask where I went, and I won’t be there.”

Here’s to whiskey, here’s to trailers, here’s to running far away,
To pickups, freedom, and the roads that never stay.
If they ask where their daddy went, tell ‘em this time:
“He went for cigarettes, and left it all behind.”

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