VibeFoundry - Where I Broke | Redneck Rock

"Where I Broke" is a Southern-rooted redneck rock ballad from the trenches of war and heartbreak. Told through the voice of a battle-hardened soldier, this song dives deep into the mind of a man who’s seen too much, lost too much, and carries the weight of it all. With gritty guitars, slow war drums, and a powerful spoken-word delivery, this track captures the raw, unfiltered truth behind silence, distance, and disconnection.

As the story unfolds, the soldier writes his final letter — not to say goodbye in death, but to draw a line between who he was and who he's become. It's a Southern story of broken promises, ghosted homes, and the deep void between what we fight for and what we lose. This isn’t just a war song — it’s a confession from a man who survived, but didn’t come back the same.

Built in the style of Southern rock and outlaw grit, this song belongs to those who’ve served, those left waiting, and anyone who knows what it means to be forgotten.

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Lyrics:
It’s a quiet night, so I’m writin’ you now,
With a smoke in my hand and sweat on my brow.
I swore I loved you, and maybe I did —
Back when the world still made sense to a kid.

I read your letters, worn at the seams,
You said you'd wait through broken dreams.
But the day I left, something cracked inside —
Now I sleep with ghosts and just stay alive.

Out here in the war, where the nights never rest,
Where the sky stays low and the ground feels pressed.
There ain’t no savin’, just boots in the grit —
And a man like me, just tryin’ to fit.

I saw you leanin’ on that old red Ford,
Like you were waitin’ on the boy you adored.
But your eyes went cold like the wind off the pines —
I knew that look, but it sure weren’t mine.

I sat in the chair where I once said grace,
But the air was thin and the light felt fake.
The quiet hit hard, like a shot to the chest —
That house I knew... just laid to rest.

Out here in the war, where the smoke never clears,
Where silence cuts deeper than all of our fears.
No saints, no answers, no promise to keep —
Just a man countin’ breaths when he oughta sleep.

I signed up hopin’ that right would prevail,
But truth crawls slower than lead through the mail.
Ain’t no banner, just bruises and dust,
No oath to believe, just what’s left of trust.

So fold this letter and stash it away,
Tell ‘em I’m fine, or just let it decay.
Say a prayer or don’t, I won’t make a fuss,
But there ain’t no more “me and us.”

With a bottle gone dry and my name in the smoke,
Here’s your last greetin’...
From the place where I broke.

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