VibeFoundry - Hellwood Weekend | Redneck Rock

Welcome to Hellwood Weekend – a no-holds-barred redneck rock anthem soaked in gasoline, moonshine, and pure Southern mayhem. What starts as a quick trip to Cousin Joe’s turns into a legendary mud-soaked bender full of busted furniture, shotgun philosophy, and bar fight glory. Explosive guitars, chaotic storytelling, and the kind of freedom you won’t find on any map.

🎸 This song ain’t just music—it’s a dirty, loud, beer-stained experience. Perfect for anyone who’s ever woken up on a lawn chair, covered in regrets and barbecue sauce.

👉 Hit that like, leave your craziest weekend story in the comments, and crank it 'til the cops show up.

Lyrics:
Left my keys on the kitchen floor,
Cussin’ loud, but I’m out the door.
Backwoods callin’, like a damn old spell,
Goin’ straight to Cousin Joe’s redneck hell.

Joe lives where the dirt road ends,
No phone, no plans, just busted friends.
“Don’t knock, just grab a beer!”
Shotgun shells and squirrel stew near.
Smoke in the trees, junk in the yard,
Moonshine dreams and a deck of cards.

We raise hell, we don't back down,
Smoke and flames all over this town.
Fists fly, bottles smash hard,
I ride or die with Joe in that yard.

He poured me shine from a gas-stained jug,
“This batch kicks like a pissed-off pug.”
We wrestled pigs, then burned old tires,
Talked ‘bout women and conspiracy wires.
“Freedom’s when the law don’t know your name,”
Then lit a fire with a picture in a frame.

Last time I left, I was high and fried,
Saw a pink damn elephant trottin’ roadside.
I swear to God, I hit a ghost,
Or maybe it was just a mailbox post.
Joe just grinned and slapped my neck,
“You’ll be back, what the heck.”

We raise hell, we don't back down,
Smoke and flames all over this town.
Fists fly, bottles smash hard,
I ride or die with Joe in that yard.

Passed out face-down on a deer skull rug,
Joe’s raccoon tried to steal my plug.
He cooked roadkill on a grill of chrome,
“Hell’s just redneck folks at home.”
I pissed on tires, danced in the mud,
Joe played washboard with a jug of blood.

Woke up half-naked in a pile of hay,
A goat was screamin’ like it lost its way.
“You danced with fire, now walk it off,”
Then fired a shot just to scare a hawk.
He handed me boots that were not my own,
“You wore ‘em all night, now take ‘em home.”

We raise hell, we don't back down,
Smoke and flames all over this town.
Fists fly, bottles smash hard,
I ride or die with Joe in that yard.

Ain’t heaven worth a damn if Joe ain’t there.
That bastard’s hell feels more like home.
And if I die on that muddy chair,
Just carve my name into his stone.

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