VibeFoundry - Red Dirt Rebellion | Redneck Rock

Feel the raw power of the South with "Red Dirt Rebellion," a redneck rock anthem that echoes the struggles, pride, and unyielding spirit of the southern heartland. From gritty guitar riffs to rebellious lyrics, this track captures the essence of red dirt resilience.

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🎧 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/6SGaUtgCOnELlhmZHbRfsh?si=3ef3531de2d44c5c
🎵 YouTube Music: https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=t2MuDi2NxxE&si=1_MZbpZ0d9HdAei4

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Lyrics:
They call us dirt, but we’ve built this land,
With busted knuckles and bloodied hands.
Factories closed, and the fields ran dry,
But the red dirt rises while their lies die.

We’re the red dirt rebels, fire in our veins,
Breaking their chains, we’re done with the games.
You can’t kill pride, it’s forged in the dust,
We’re the southern storm, and we’ll never rust.

They sit in their towers, they talk like kings,
But they don’t know grit, or what freedom brings.
They send us scraps, while they feast and grin,
But this red dirt soul will always win.

We’re the red dirt rebels, fire in our veins,
Breaking their chains, we’re done with the games.
You can’t kill pride, it’s forged in the dust,
We’re the southern storm, and we’ll never rust.

Their woke agendas won’t till our land,
Won’t teach our kids or lend a hand.
They think we’re broken, but they’ll soon see,
This red dirt pride is wild and free.

You send us pills, but not a cure,
You steal our soul and call it pure.
From coal-streaked hills to the blazing sun,
We hold the line ‘til the fight is won.

Our roots run deep like the rivers flow,
Through southern hills where the red oaks grow.
You can’t erase us, we’ll never fall,
This dirt-born pride outlasts it all.

We’re the red dirt rebels, fire in our veins,
Breaking their chains, we’re done with the games.
You can’t kill pride, it’s forged in the dust,
We’re the southern storm, and we’ll never rust.

From the cotton fields to the coal-black mines,
We’ve walked the edge, we’ve read the signs.
The fight ain’t over, it’s just begun,
We rise like thunder, under the sun.

This ain’t just dirt; it’s flesh and bone,
A southern anthem, carved in stone.
The red dirt speaks, it’s loud and clear,
We’ll stand and fight, no room for fear.

So here’s to the south, where the fire don’t fade,
Where we work all night and never get paid.
You can’t tax pride, it’s worth more than gold,
This red dirt heart will never grow cold.

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